The ripples of the Force Field Barrier had yet to subside.
Zhang Tiezhu's hulking figure barrelled in like a cannonball, the jagged Mountain Opening Saber clutched tightly in his uninjured right hand, his bloodshot eyes sweeping across the entire hollow floor in an instant.
"Captain Fang! Comrade Wei! Jiang..."
The tail end of his shout came to an abrupt halt, as though an invisible hand had gripped his throat.
Zhang Tiezhu, along with the rushing soldiers of the Fierce Tiger Company and the elite of the Sharp Blade Class behind him, froze instantly at the entrance to the valley, as if collectively struck by an Immobilization Spell.
The scene before their eyes completely overturned their understanding of the word "battlefield."
It shattered all their imaginations of the devastating conditions on the mountaintop from below the mountain.
There were no mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
No sight of piles of Life Ghost remnants like a towering mountain.
