In the ancient battlefield where the war was raging, the soldiers were fighting and fighting, and the shouts of killing filled the sky. Xiao Yi, this brave and fearless general, rode a horse, brandished a long sword, and led his iron-blooded army to charge into battle. His eyes were firm and sharp, as if he could penetrate the enemy's defenses.
The battlefield was filled with smoke and blood dyed the earth red. Xiao Yi's armor was badly damaged in the fierce battle, but his figure was still upright and powerful. His roar resounded throughout the battlefield, inspiring the soldiers to fight bravely.
However, the twist of fate always comes unexpectedly. In a fierce melee, Xiao Yi rushed into the core of the enemy's formation alone in order to save his brothers who were trapped. Enemies came like a tide, and although he fought hard, he was unable to resist them. A strong wind suddenly blew up, and dust filled the sky. When the dust dispersed, Xiao Yi's figure disappeared on the battlefield.
Time and space seemed to be distorted at this moment, Xiao Yi felt like the world was spinning, and his consciousness gradually became blurred. After an unknown amount of time, when he opened his eyes again, the sight in front of him shocked him. It is no longer a battlefield filled with smoke, but a bustling and modern city.
There are many high-rise buildings, neon lights are flashing, vehicles are flowing continuously, and people are bustling. Xiao Yi stood on this unfamiliar street, wearing a battle armor and holding a long sword. He was incompatible with the surrounding environment. People looked at him with curiosity, surprise and even fear. Xiao Yi's heart was filled with confusion and confusion. He didn't know where he was and how he should face the unknown.
