The Devil Race camps within and beyond Elephant Mountain City erupted into chaos. The ground trembled faintly as large numbers of Devil Race warriors stationed outside the camps roared and shrieked, wheeling out powerful ballistae and other weapons from the city in waves and aiming them at Yan Feiqing in the sky.
Amid the turmoil, the little black beetle Zhang Tie had transformed into was nearly crushed under the foot of a charging level-nine Devil Race warrior. The death of one incarnation would not truly harm Zhang Tie; at most, he would lose a negligible amount of vital energy. But being trampled to death by a devil was simply too depressing a way to die. Besides, Zhang Tie already regarded this little black beetle as his friend and naturally did not want this incarnation to die just like that.
Amid the trampling of a sea of charging Devil Race warriors' boots, the little black beetle flew up from the ground, passed through the bodies of the Devil Race warriors, and landed atop the eaves of a ruined building in the distance, watching the situation in the sky.
In the chaos, naturally no one among the Devil Race warriors throughout the city would notice an insect.
Caught in such an unexpected situation, Zhang Tie could only observe first and see what happened.
"This is a trap..." Yan Feiqing's voice drifted down from the sky, carrying a bone-deep chill. Even surrounded on all sides, the woman showed no panic. She remained as formidable as ever. Some people's strength was put on for show, but this woman's strength was born in her very bones.
The moment the little black beetle Zhang Tie had transformed into settled upon the eaves of that ruined building, he heard her voice from the sky. From her tone,