One Against a Thousand

The great battle was about to begin.

After the initial panic, tens of thousands of survivors could not help looking toward the two groups of people about to "collide."

Everyone's eyes turned toward the distant convoy, which was like a stage, drawing all eyes to it.

The Awakeners were incredibly fast. Sprinting at high speed, they rapidly closed the distance of less than a kilometer.

Many people seeing such a scene for the first time subconsciously imagined the convoy being instantly blown apart.

Good grief, what was the background of this convoy? With so few people, it had actually drawn thousands of Awakeners from the Safe Zone to attack?

The night was dim, and searchlights from atop the city walls cast a ghastly white band of light between the two sides.

The dense Awakener Legion surged forward at high speed like a tide.

With large amounts of psychic energy condensed in advance, dazzling radiance erupted, creating a terrifying spectacle.

At the very front, Xiao Tianming looked at the two figures who still had not made a move and felt slightly relieved.

It seemed the other side really had been frightened.

If he had not been afraid of accidentally injuring his son and wanted to save him as much as possible, he would have had everyone focus their fire and kill the opponents instantly from this distance.

Although everything seemed permeated with an eerie air, the arrow was already nocked and had to be fired.

Fortunately, his trusted aide had told him that the two Third Order Awakeners inside the Safe Zone were also watching this.

"How come they're just standing there?"

"Are they scared stupid?"

Wearing a full suit of blue armor, Liang Long looked at the distant figures mockingly.

In his judgment, once the Awakener Legion surrounded the opponents,