The yin energy soared into the sky, and the divine armor blocked out the sun.
Ghosts and gods of various forms surged out from every corner.
Water Snake Soldiers, Erlang's infantry, along with six other Rampant Soldiers, formed the Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation, surrounding Wuj Ji completely.
"What is this? Where did you get Rampant Soldiers?" Wuj Ji was stunned.
The soldier formation rotated around him ceaselessly, the changing array dazzling to the eye.
Whoosh!
Flames, baleful energy, and cold arrows shot toward him from all directions.
Wuj Ji struggled to defend himself, opened his bloody maw, and inhaled fiercely.
But he found he couldn't budge the enemy's formation at all—this realization left Wuj Ji utterly panicked.
"Die already!"
Wuj Ji slapped a dozen Rampant Soldiers flat, but against a formation of five thousand soldiers, this loss was negligible.
Within the ranks, there was a young general clad in white robes.
