"Let’s go!"
After dealing with over 200 living corpses, Yue Zhong led the 11 of them further into the Ancient Ruins.
He had just taken a few steps when suddenly, he felt a dangerous premonition and his face turned. With a thought and a wave of his hands, a Shield of Light appeared in mid-air, radiating brightly and blocking in front of him.
At almost the same time, from the grass, a number of shape blades of grass shot out, firing at Yue Zhong and his men.
Luo Chen and the rest turned pale, quickly dodging behind Yue Zhong.
The flurry of grass shot out towards the Shield of Light, and it was unable to hold out under the assault.
"Get down!" Yue Zhong hollered and quickly got on the ground.
Luo Chen and the rest also quickly followed suit.
Barely a second later, the shield broke apart in a burst of sparks, and the grass arrows continued to soar through the skies, disappearing into the distance.
