Luo Chen was taken aback; he didn't feel anything at all, which indicated that the newcomer's strength was far superior to his. He instinctively tightened his grip on the Black-Backed Long Saber, ready to face whatever came.
"Hurry up and go!" the White-haired Monk urged, his voice filled with unprecedented tension.
"Alright!" Luo Chen didn't hesitate for a moment. He quickly threw another bundle of arrows into the Demon Dragon Ring and summoned some fire oil from it, lighting up the mountain of arrows. The flames spread rapidly, illuminating the entire tent and reflecting the determination in Luo Chen's eyes.
However, at that moment, an earth-shattering explosion resounded, and the entire tent suddenly collapsed. The once fiercely burning flames were extinguished by a powerful gust of wind. Both Luo Chen and the White-haired Monk were knocked to the ground by the blast, engulfed in a cloud of dust that obscured their vision.
