Throwing Himself into A Trap

Raging fire rose into the sky.

Zhu Rong, Zhu Rong Tonggong, Huoyuan, and the other ten prehistorical powerful beings flew up, transforming into threads of fiery light and diving into the Liang Zhu City.

No matter why Wuzhi Qi lost his temper, and why the non-humankind suddenly attacked him and the human warriors in the city, to Zhu Rong and his people, now was the best chance.

Mingling in the snowstorm, the fiery lights quietly landed on the ground. Immediately, Yu Huo smiled on top of the giant chariot.

Turning around, he excitedly looked at where Zhu Rong and the others landed, narrowed his eyes, and said to himself, "As I thought, we have some guests."

A short while later, Yu Huo twitched his nose, then reached out his hands, grasped a gust of wind, and put under his nose. Shaking his head, he murmured, "Not 'people', but some other creatures that look like human beings...This feeling, the energies inside them… similar to the great Dao of the world?"