Xu Guang said nothing, only turning his head and continuously observing the surrounding environment.
Behind him, the aura of the Demon King of the Black Turtle grew closer, the immense pressure descending like a mountain, suffocating.
Even more troubling is that demon soldiers were gathering from all directions, forming a large net that constantly constricted.
"I must find a way to disrupt its lock-on!" Xu Guang's mind raced as his gaze fell on the dragon tree trunk in his arms.
This thing is the source of attracting the pursuers, but perhaps it can also be the key to breaking the situation!
