Thud!
The dull sound of impact echoed far into the night.
Xiao Jie felt as though he had been struck head-on by a truck, in an instant, his killing intent, bloodthirsty desire, and the occasional unease and confusion that bubbled up from his remaining consciousness all plunged into darkness.
He didn't know how much time had passed when he faintly heard some noisy voices.
"Quick, up on the tank, grab it! Close combat troops form a Gun Formation, don't let it slice through our backline!"
The moment Xiao Jie opened his eyes, he found himself in wetlands; the environment around him was incredibly familiar, the muddy swamp moistening his scales, the pervasive moisture feeling like a refreshing spring breeze.
However, at this moment, a group of unwelcome guests shattered the tranquility of the swamp.
Before him stood a fearless General clad in iron armor; the pitch-black iron hid his body entirely, save for a pair of eyes peering through the slit in the helmet.
