The Great Era Could Not Be Turned Back!

The great battle was still raging.

Chen Yan's side had the upper hand, but after Qi Fan and the others had charged ten thousand li, they stopped advancing. Instead, they formed a towering wall, blocking every enemy that tried to attack.

Everyone knew that the true heart of the battlefield was Chen Yan.

If they moved too far away from him, they would give Chi Xue a chance to strike.

Perched on a branch of the ancient tree, the smile at Chi Xue's lips dwindled, and his gaze grew colder, but the madness in his eyes only grew more intense.

Chen Yan's arrangements had left him shaken.

Yes, shaken!

He had never imagined that Chen Yan wouldn't even need to fight personally for his forces to hold the Dark Devouring Mother Nest's army at bay.

He leaned back against the tree trunk, one leg dangling carelessly, and produced another orange. He stuffed the segments into his mouth, chewing.

The next moment, he jumped down and stopped in midair, about fifty meters above the ground. Head bowed, he walked toward Qi Fan and the others, neither hurrying nor dawdling.

His long red robe stirred without a breeze, while his jet-black hair veiled his eyes.

Yet the crimson light glinting through those strands pressed heavily upon everyone.

Then two pistols appeared in Chi Xue's hands. Scarlet smoke slowly seeped from their muzzles, like mysterious sparks from another world.

He kept walking, with one puppet after another appearing behind him and following close at his heels.

As he slowly lifted his head, his hair drifted on either side of his cheeks. His crimson eyes seemed to hold boundless malice and terror as he stared at everyone.

Qi Fan raised a hand slightly, his expression turning grave.

Chi Xue was joining the fight.

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