All around, from the ground to the sky, black flames burned deep and dark. A feeling of death and destruction filled the surroundings, and within all this stood Xiao. His face was pale, and the hand that held his sword was trembling. The fight, while not seeming hard, was in no way not dangerous.
If it was one-on-one, Xiao could easily beat up any of them at his level, even if they were above him. But fighting hundreds of them? It was definitely risking his life. Of course, Xiao would be able to fight hundreds of his enemies once his cultivation became greater, increasing his core and Qi. But at his current level, it was insanely difficult.
Xiao's mind had to be sharp and ready for battle, and a small mistake would have meant his doom. Xiao stood at the same spot for several minutes, catching his breath and regaining his Qi. For a moment, he had let the side of slaughter that loved death outside. It took him great strength to regain his calm.
