Lin Xin parried an attack from an armored person, and Fairy Si Jue, drenched in sweet sweat, gasped for air and said,
"Zhao Lang, don't panic, there must be a turnaround. The team leader has already notified the nearest cultivators for support, and we have received a response. As long as we hold on a little longer, we can..."
Before she could finish, the sky suddenly turned fiery red, dimming underneath.
The sky, which had been brightly sunny, suddenly darkened as if painted by a sunset, completely dimming, as if coated in a layer of red paint.
"What is this...?!!"
Not only the cultivators paused, but even the armored individuals fighting stopped and quickly sheathed their weapons, all retreating.
They strangely turned to look westward, the red light in their helmets flickering uncertainly, as if they were exceedingly agitated.
Thump.
An armored individual suddenly kneeled down facing west on one knee.