Charge, charge.
The scorching air seared everyone's lungs, each breath bringing a fiery pain.
An Jing, the Steel Skeleton, and Mrs. Guang, leading at the front, cleared the path; one by one, giant trees ablaze with flames crashed down amidst the roar of fire.
Even the Reflecting Glow Goosefoot couldn't lure all the Demon Beasts, but with streams of gunfire, the mercenaries silently dispatched all the Fire Crows and other Demon Beasts attempting to approach from the sides, ensuring safety.
To fight under such conditions was an absolute narrow escape from death, yet that slim chance of life was precisely what they grasped.
Under the leadership of An Jing.
"Is this really the Wilderness?! Have people outside been surviving like this all along?!"
Zhang Zhuo evidently had some misconceptions about the normal state of the Wilderness, his hands gripping the long spear had turned pale.
