The soldiers in front of the cannon formation began to tremble.
It wasn't fear, but a kind of shudder from instinct, like a young beast facing a prehistoric giant, with even its marrow screaming to escape.
Some dropped their firearms to the ground, while others' legs went weak and they kneeled down.
More gritted their teeth hard, with blood seeping from their gums, barely managing to stand firm.
This oppressive feeling was far greater than when they faced the three Evil Gods in the White Tiger Gully snowfield before.
At least then, the enemy was visible and tangible.
But the presence in the fog now seemed as if the entire world was against you.
"Set up the altar!"
Yu Chanzi's voice rang out like a golden bell, instantly drowning out all the noise.
Without another word, he turned and walked briskly towards the back of the military formation.
There stood a giant object three Zhang high, covered from head to foot in crimson silk cloth.
