C1815 It Was His Own Strength a Hundred Thousand Strong Army!

At the foot of Mount Everest, there seemed to be a rain of peach blossoms falling. The faint fragrance of peach blossoms filled the entire horizon.

The crazy Army of the Evil Clan was swarming downwards.

The vanguard was more than three thousand men. The weapons in their hands were still stained with blood. Obviously, they had just participated in the slaughter of the Xuanyuan Sect