CLANG, CLANG, CLANG.
The heavy shackles on his limbs knocked against each other, the sound crisp and pleasant.
Zheng Xiu's mouth was tightly sealed with stitches.
When he tried to open it, a sharp pain shot from his mouth.
But this piercing pain didn't bring Zheng Xiu the slightest suffering. Instead, a strange sense of stimulation welled up within him.
"Huuuh..."
A muffled roar escaped Zheng Xiu's lips.
His vision turned blood-red.
"Phase Walking."
Within his blood-red vision, "human-like figures" lurked motionlessly inside the mountain walls.
Zheng Xiu took a step. His vision distorted, and in an instant, as if teleporting, he entered the canyon.
...
Between the canyon walls.
Dozens of the Mountain Race's finest had their lower bodies embedded in the rock, as if they were one with the mountain.
They were quietly waiting for the Daqian Army to arrive.
