Massacre

Just as several hundred Xiantian Realm cultivators charged out from the military camp and headed for the Imperial Guards' team, Wang Tian and the others felt their scalps turn numb just from looking at the densely-packed soldiers.

"Damn it! How did they discover us?!"

"Run! We won't be their match if we take them head-on."

Without a second word, the 20 members of the Imperial Guards started running. Their exoskeleton armors had effectively increased their strength, agility, and explosive prowess, causing them to bring along a series of afterimages as they ran in the forest.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! I knew that someone was making a fool out of us!"

"What should we do now?"

Just as the 20-man team was in a desperate state with Prince Ding's army chasing them, Prince Ding's army started bellowing like they had been injected with chicken blood.