Cheng Hao stood atop the ruins of a city, his face filled with horror.
Suddenly, footsteps came from the distance.
Cheng Hao instinctively hid in a corner.
The approaching figures were a group of soldiers with no visible insignia, each exuding a fearsome aura, clearly they were elite troops.
Cheng Hao held his breath and remained hidden in the corner, trying not to make a sound.
But as these people just passed by Cheng Hao, suddenly a few soldiers turned their heads and pounced toward him.
Cheng Hao was shocked.
The agility of these men was simply too fast.
Cheng Hao rolled on the ground to narrowly avoid a strike, then stood up with a serious expression and executed the Grand Ancestor's Fist.
Although Cheng Hao could barely handle one man, dealing with two was a challenge.
And the opponents numbered twenty or thirty.
After a few moves, Cheng Hao was kicked to the ground, and then someone approached and stabbed down.
Cheng Hao cried out in alarm and woke up.
