When the mist appeared, spectral figures began to drift from all corners of the fog.
Zhao Sheng felt a chill run down his spine. He immediately drew the saber from his waist and bellowed, "Everyone, on your guard!"
The soldiers were all battle-hardened. They finally reacted, drawing the long sabers from their waists in unison.
The moment the long sabers left their sheaths, those spectral figures suddenly vanished.
Zhao Sheng's eyes widened. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and muttered instinctively, "What was that all about?"
As the General of a thousand-man unit, his strength was only at the Meridian Realm Peak.
As for why he was only at the Meridian Realm, if his strength were any higher, he would have been commanding a ten-thousand-man unit long ago.
But even so, his power should have been more than enough for a situation like this.
Yet, in that brief moment, Zhao Sheng had felt the terrifying sensation of being torn to shreds by a thousand savage beasts.
