The red lotus fire burned wantonly, tongues of fire devouring the dark sky, and there were roars and sounds of fighting all around. The soldiers fell one by one, and their blood flowed into rivers.
In panic, the man on the horse looked at this scene with cold eyes. The silver armor was stained with blood, but it was not his. He didn't understand why the enemy didn't kill him. Maybe they wanted to capture him alive.
There was no loneliness in his purple eyes, because he knew it was a trap from the beginning.
An unfathomable trap.
There are still a few soldiers on the other side of the battlefield. Every move of the man on the battlefield was captured in front of the woman in the center who was heavily protected by everyone.
She sat on a soft couch made of fine animal skins, and Xiao stared in his direction with interest.
"Master, you can go back to the city." The man next to her told her in their own language. The corner of his mouth raised slightly, it seemed that it was time for them to go back——
On the battlefield, all three thousand soldiers brought by the man were wiped out, except for him——