This camp was situated on the connecting band between the main and subsidiary battlefields, forming an obtuse triangle on the map. It was also a critical node for supporting the main battlefield.
But for some reason, the assault launched by the Blade Beasts here was no weaker than that at the fortress.
Wang Jixuan was experiencing, observing, feeling.
He listened to the roaring by his ear, watched the tail flames continuously flashing, and could not determine whether he would see dawn, as he was enveloped by a huge shadow of death.
He just felt a bit feverish all over.
Yes, feverish.
He had never felt this before; it was different from his harsh cultivation in the mountains, different from watching other cultivators fight, and certainly not like sparring with fellow disciples.
