"Everyone, point to the fifth light point."
In the team channel, Wulong reminded them, using his consciousness to touch the fifth light point.
Immediately, a strong sense of weightlessness hit.
After experiencing a brief sensation of dizziness again, before the scene in front of him cleared up, it was like the heavy footsteps of thousands beating war drums and the wild war cries and roars washing over him like a tsunami.
The pungent smell of blood mixed with the choking smoke from burning crude tobacco, a coarse and wild war atmosphere instantly transmitted as six people were engulfed.
In the instant their vision cleared, they found themselves falling from the sky.
The roar of the wind was in their ears, and below was a frenzied battlefield.
Green-skinned, muscle-braided demon warriors surged like a green tide attacking the fortress walls made of black giant stones, the surface of which was covered with scratches, dents from impacts, and stains of blood.
