"Get lost! Get the hell away from me!"
In the sky, Pei Wei roared madly. A Fire Meteor swayed with his palm, dancing up and down, before and behind him.
Any Black Armored Army soldier struck by it immediately turned to flying ash.
Yet most of the time, Pei Wei's Fire Meteor, which radiated the aura of a Mid-grade Soul Artifact, was busy blocking one blood-red crossbow bolt after another.
Without realizing it, Pei Wei had fallen into a tight encirclement.
Three thousand-man units had already converged around Pei Wei. Of those three units, only a little over two thousand men remained.
But only a thousand of them were besieging him in the air. The other thousand each bore a massive crossbow on their shoulders, firing madly at Pei Wei in the sky.
More than half of Pei Wei's attention was tied down by the endless stream of spirit arrows.
He had found it easy enough to deal with a thousand-man unit, but as more and more of the Black Armored Demon Soul Army converged, the coordination of multiple troop types made his situation increasingly difficult.
He wanted to flee.
But these Demon Soul Soldiers were all madmen, stopping him from escaping at the cost of their lives.
What made Pei Wei even warier was that even the most ordinary Demon Soul Soldiers here radiated the aura of the first or second level of the Pulse Forging Realm. The Hundred-Man Generals possessed cultivation auras of the early Palace Opening Realm, while the Thousand-Man Generals radiated the aura of the late Palace Opening Realm. They were far stronger than any Demon Soul Army he had encountered along the way.
Such a change was perfectly normal. The larger the legion, the stronger its ordinary soldiers under its command.
If Ye Zhen's legion