The little beetle Zhang Tie had transformed into flew into the deep ravine...
The ravine stretched several hundred meters underground, like a dry, desolate riverbed. Jagged rocks littered its bottom, black mist filled the air, and numerous side passages branched off from it. For that Devil Race knight to hide here temporarily and recover from his wounds, he had truly picked a good place.
Of course, for Zhang Tie, this was also a good place.
Zhang Tie remembered where that Devil Race knight had flown into the ravine. The little black beetle flew through the ravine for less than five minutes before Zhang Tie found the Devil Race knight.
When Zhang Tie found him, the Devil Race knight was hiding in a tiny, extremely concealed cave at the bottom of the ravine, formed by several massive boulders. Cold sweat beaded on his face as his body trembled faintly. He was tending to his wounds.
This was a Black Iron Knight of the Devil Race, a horned demon. He was already wounded; the chest and abdomen of his armor were scorched black, and several savage wounds were still steadily pouring blood.
With only one glance at the fellow, Zhang Tie could tell that he had probably barely escaped with his life after being attacked by a human Earth Knight.
Generally speaking, according to Zhang Tie's observations over the past month, on the knights' battlefield, whether among human or Devil Race knights, there was an unspoken understanding in upright battles and duels on the front lines—knights of the same rank fought only knights of the same rank.
This was what the Hua Clan called soldiers against soldiers, generals against generals.
But this understanding was sometimes broken. That was when knights of a certain rank could not find opponents of the same rank;