Prince Qi heard a thunderous crash behind him.
His heart jolted. He turned back to see a massive stone gate dropping down, sealing off the retreat so tightly not even water could pass through.
Xie Zhenqing's expression changed sharply, shock and fury rising together!
"This is a trap!"
"Who? Who could have blinded my divine sense and foresight?"
Such immense danger, yet he had failed to notice it until now. There had to be something here specifically meant to counter them!
It was not merely aimed at Prince Qi!
It was a trap for the Demon Race as well!
Torches lit up one after another atop the gate towers on both sides, refusing to go out even beneath the torrential rain.
The arrow towers were packed with archers and crossbowmen pointing down below. At a rough glance, there were no fewer than a thousand.
"...We've fallen into an ambush," Prince Qi said softly. Yet he did not look at Xie Zhenqing again. His face was cold and severe as he surveyed his surroundings.
He had been through Cloud Dragon Gate before, but this was the first time he had hated its terrain so deeply.
Ahead lay a long passageway, with walls too high to cross on either side, along with arrow towers and blockhouses.
At this moment, the walls were lined with torches, illuminating everything as bright as day.
"Wang Qianjun, how dare you betray me?" Prince Qi called loudly upward.
A human head was tossed down from the wall, cutting an irregular arc through the air before landing in the muddy water. It rolled several times and came to face Prince Qi directly.
The face was ashen white, devoid of the slightest trace of blood. Only the terror and panic in its eyes remained.
"..." Prince Qi drew a