The warriors of the Ghost Prison Race surrounded Gao Xuan from all directions, completely blocking him in.
Long spears, long knives, axes, mace-like weapons swung fiercely from every direction, like an impenetrable net, trapping Gao Xuan in the middle.
Calling it impenetrable might be an exaggeration, but these warriors possessed decent martial skills, swinging dozens of weapons together with subtle coordination.
This wasn't some sort of battle formation; the warriors simply had decent martial skills, naturally controlling their weapons without colliding or interfering with each other.
Even scarier was the tens of thousands of troops behind the dozens of weapons, forming a vast sea of black, the Ghost Prison Race soldiers.
With his Celestial Dragon Eye, Gao Xuan could clearly see the thick blood qi emanating from the bodies of the Ghost Prison Race.
