"This is bad!!"
The moment Xing Yan passed through that mysterious, unfathomable gate of swirling light, he knew he was in trouble.
Where had he ended up? There was no need to look around. Now, whether he lowered his head or raised it, he saw them everywhere-the imposing, murderous elite divine soldiers of the South Sea were practically touching the tip of his nose!
What rotten luck!
Trapped deep within their encirclement, Xing Yan was filled with regret:
Reckless! I've been away from battle too long lately and let my guard down. Could the first enemy general to emerge from an army of thousands really be so easy to deal with? Yet all I thought about was attacking relentlessly. And now look-I've fallen into their trap!
Amid the encircling army, the youth bitterly mistook General Xu Yantuo's marvelous escape technique for a trap, but his hands did not falter. He brought every skill he possessed to bear in close combat, desperate to cut his way out. Now that he was truly nose to nose with the enemy, Xing Yan could see these South Sea divine soldiers in full detail. After fighting with his flying sword for a while and taking in the appearance of these strange flame warriors, he inwardly drew a sharp breath:
It's over. I probably won't make it back this time!
These South Sea soldiers standing within arm's reach each possessed a distinctly divine appearance. More than ten feet tall, their entire bodies seemed formed of raging fire, with lava for armor and flames for cloaks. Their broad expanses of exposed, muscular skin gleamed with firelight, sending rings of fiery radiance rippling outward whenever they moved. That alone might have been bearable, but every flame-wreathed face resembled an eagle's, with deep-set eyes and a hooked nose. Apart