Trapped in the thick mist, Xuanyuan was cursing at the top of his lungs. "First thick mist, now fierce winds! Which mighty being is behind this? You're going to get us killed!"
He pushed against the raging wind and hurried toward the outskirts. Returning to the Human Race's territory was clearly out of the question now-or rather, he no longer had any chance to return.
In such a crisis, staying alive came first.
Little did he know that he was heading straight toward the Dark Swamp.
He raced onward, passing corpses and skeletons that inexplicably appeared along his path.
At first, he paid them little mind. After all, a death or two was perfectly normal in the Primordial World. Gradually, however, he found more and more corpses appearing before him.
Some had only just died, their blood still fresh, while others were dried husks that looked as though they had been dead for ages.
Xuanyuan was speechless. Looking at the gale drawing closer behind him, he said, "This is forcing me into the Dark Swamp!"
He had already realized that this was the Dark Swamp.
He pressed deeper inside, then froze when a human corpse appeared before him.
"A Battle Soul Warrior. Xiao actually came here."
He had never expected that, instead of returning to the Human Race's territory, he would find the missing reinforcements.
His expression turned cold and fierce. He knew a great battle had to be raging ahead.
"Brothers, hold on!"
Xuanyuan picked up his pace. He knew that, given his strength, he might not be able to do much even if he caught up.
But he could not simply watch the Human Race's elite soldiers be whittled away by the Nether Race.
Losing even one would break his heart!
Meanwhile, Xiao had led the Battle Soul