There are twenty-four teams in the Fire Camp, each with fifty members, and Chen Shi, Black Pot, and others belong to an odd-numbered team, leaving to provide support. — Black Pot also has a quota for Heavenly Soldiers in the Fire Camp.
Zhang Xian promptly assembled the team and immediately summoned Sword Qi to protect themselves, flying down the sinkhole.
Immortal Light radiated from their backs, illuminating the walls. Even though they flew out over a thousand miles, their figures remained clearly visible. However, as they continued descending, they became increasingly blurry. Eventually, Zhang Xian and hundreds of Heavenly Soldiers grew tinier, resembling the Divine Skill Sparrow Feather Slash, and gradually faded from view.
The remaining people floated in mid-air, anxiously looking deep into the sinkhole.
Chen Shi looked around, and at that moment, a thick chain a dozen miles away captured his attention.
