He watched helplessly as the silver gateway that represented his way out stood right before his eyes, yet seemed a world away.
Jiang Zhu, blocking the gateway, stripped him of his last shred of hope.
"So fast..." Yan Chifeng's voice was dry as scraping sandpaper, filled with incredulous horror.
"My great-great-grandfather is the Great Commander! You can't attack me!" Yan Chifeng screamed, fierce in appearance but weak within. Extreme terror distorted his voice into a piercing shriek.
"The Great Commander?" Jiang Zhu sneered. "Then he can come in here and collect your corpse."
In the square of the Second Human Clan City, Great Commander Yan Yu clearly saw everything happening in the Primordial Era Daoist Arena through an ancient bronze mirror.
"Get in there and bring Chifeng back."
"As you command, Great Commander!" dozens of battle-hardened veterans answered in unison. Each brimmed with fighting spirit and radiated intense killing intent.
They were clearly elite soldiers who had survived countless life-and-death battles.
"Take this ancient mirror. It is a Primordial Era Artifact that controls the Daoist Arena here. It can mobilize the power of heaven and earth to suppress powerful enemies." Great Commander Yan Yu solemnly handed over the ancient mirror.
This artifact could only be used at the most critical moment. This Primordial Era relic consumed enormous amounts of vital essence; prolonged use would drain its wielder's life force dry.
"Move out!" Yan Yu waved his hand.
At the center of the square, a gate of light leading into the Primordial Era Daoist Arena opened! Like a torrent of steel, the dozens of veterans filed through with resolute killing intent and tragic determination, disappearing into the gate.
Buzz!
Space rippled violently! Dozens of figures radiating a baleful aura of blood and iron charged fiercely out of the gate of light