Four Absolutes Fairy knocked aside an Armored Man charging at her with a single sword strike. Fragrant sweat drenched her as she panted.
"Brother Zhao, don't panic. There will definitely be a turning point. The leader already notified the nearest rescue cultivators, and they responded. As long as we hold on a little longer, we can..."
Before she could finish, the sky abruptly turned crimson and darkened.
The sky that had been brightly sunlit only moments ago suddenly dimmed as though sunset clouds had descended. It was as if the entire heavens had been painted with a layer of red dye.
"What is this...?!"
Not only did the cultivators freeze, even the Armored Men in the midst of battle swiftly put away their weapons and retreated.
They all turned strangely toward the west, the red lights within their helmets flickering unstably as though they were immensely agitated.
Bang.
An Armored Man suddenly dropped to one knee toward the west.
Then came the second, the third. Before long, every Armored Man had knelt toward the west, their helmets bowed low.
An exceptionally solemn atmosphere slowly spread.
The cultivators looked at one another.
One cultivator stealthily stepped forward and swung his sword with all his strength in a surprise attack, completely severing an Armored Man's head.
The head rolled across the ground, yet none of the surrounding Armored Men reacted in the slightest, as if the one who had died had not been their companion at all.
The cultivators seemed to have been reminded of something. They hurriedly raised their weapons and hacked at the kneeling, motionless Armored Men.
Zhao Ke and Four Absolutes Fairy were among them. Though they too harbored doubts as they watched these Armored Men allow themselves to be slaughtered, they could only suppress those doubts for now.