"Get lost! All of you, get the hell away from me!"
In the sky, Pei Wei roared madly as a Fire Meteor swayed with his palm, dancing around before and behind him.
The moment any Black Armored Soldier was struck, they immediately turned to flying ash.
Yet Pei Wei's Fire Meteor, which radiated the aura of a Mid-grade Soul Artifact, spent most of its time blocking streak after streak of blood-red crossbow bolts.
Without realizing it, Pei Wei had already fallen into a tight encirclement.
Three thousand-man units had gathered around Pei Wei. Of those three units, only a little over two thousand soldiers remained.
But only a thousand of them attacked him in the sky. The other thousand each carried a huge crossbow on their shoulders, firing wildly at Pei Wei in the air.
More than half of Pei Wei's attention was tied down by the endless barrage of spirit arrows.
He could deal with a thousand-man unit easily enough, but as more and more of the Black Armored Demon Soul Army converged on him and different troop types coordinated their attacks, his situation grew increasingly difficult.
He wanted to escape.
But these Demon Soul Soldiers seemed to have gone mad, risking their lives one after another to prevent his escape.
What made Pei Wei even more wary was that even the most ordinary Demon Soul Soldier here radiated the aura of the first or second level of the Pulse Forging Realm. Hundred-Man Generals possessed the cultivation aura of the early Palace Opening Realm, while Thousand-Man Generals radiated the aura of the late Palace Opening Realm. They were stronger than every Demon Soul Army he had encountered along the way.
Such a change was actually perfectly normal. The larger the legion, the stronger the ordinary soldiers under its command.