Su Xiao wanted to break out, but there were too many enemies, densely packed all around, obscuring the view of the distant scene.
The shouts of the red-skinned natives and the roars of the scorpions joined together on the battlefield, both sides suffering quick casualties yet neither retreating.
If one side is defeated, the land will be taken away, and the living conditions will worsen—this is a racial war.
Red blood and green bodily fluids mixed together, Su Xiao's eyes hawk-like as he surveyed his surroundings, killing any creature daring to approach him. If he didn't kill them, they would kill him—this is the battlefield, where reason holds no ground.
It's no longer possible to break out; survival amidst the fighting is now crucial.
With a sweep of the blade, two scorpions were simultaneously severed, and as Su Xiao turned and kicked, a red-skinned native's head was deformed.
Quickly pulling out the Dragon's Strength potion, he applied it to his hands.
[Dragon's Strength]
