Perfect Husband, The Destined One novel Chapter 1207

"Argh!" Soldiers from both sides continued to fall—one after the other—as they wailed miserably.

At that moment, the entire meadow was dyed crimson with blood!

Both sides had more than a hundred thousand soldiers; of course, the battle would be violent and tragic!

Monica's face turned pale. She ran around on the battlefield; she only had one thing in her mind, and that was to escape the place! She did not want to die there!

She had not found Ambrose or Darryl. She could not die!

"Where did this woman come from? Die!"

One Westrington soldier on a horse made

his way toward Monica. There was still blood on the long saber in his hands as he attacked Monica!

The two armies had engaged in a battle, and yet that woman had run around the battlefield. She was in the way, so he thought he should kill her instead!

"No...” When she saw the long saber come down on her, Monica’s mind went blank!

She could not avoid the attack!

Monica stood there, with reddened eyes, as she waited for the judgment of death.

'I'm done. This is the end. If this saber hits me, I'm dead.' Monica’s tears continued to fall.

She did not mind death, but she was not willing to go just yet as she had not found her son, Ambrose.

'Ambrose, I'm so sorry...’

The army's saber came down speedily; in the blink of an eye, it was right in front of Monica!

Monica shut her eyes tight as tears continued to fall! She still thought of Darryl as death waited to claim her.

"Darryl, where are you? I won't be able to see you anymore..." Monica's tears streamed like a broken pearl necklace. She yelled with all her might. "Darryl, where are you?"

“Touch her, and I will kill all of you!" Right at that moment, a roar echoed from the skies!

All the soldiers, no matter from which side, trembled when they heard that sound.

They looked up to the sky in search of the source!

They were bewildered when they saw the owner of that voice!

A huge figure flew toward them from the sky!

It was a huge beast—about 50 meters long— and it looked ambiguously like a tiger. Its body was deep purple, and it had a pair of wings on its back. It had a lightning-like beam all over his body. It was a Rocky!

A man stood above the Rocky; he had sharp features and a cold expression. It was Darryl!

Seven years have passed, Darryl's Little Rocky had grown to about 50 meters long and was a level three Martial Emperor!

Darryl stood on Rocky majestically. He also had more than a hundred thousand disciples behind him—they were from the Elysium Gate!

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Sounds of unison footsteps echoed through the land! The Elysium Gate disciples were in black Chinese jackets, and they also had long sabers in their hands! The disciple in front of the troop carried a 200-meter tall huge flag!