On the horizon.
A dark, pressing mass of figures charged over the horizon. Mountain-sized members of the Kun-eating Race threw their heads back and roared, their Evil Qi soaring into the sky.
One, two, three...
Jiang Chen narrowed his eyes. "Over three thousand members of the Kun-eating Race, and more than five hundred of them are Emperor Level."
"What?"
"How can this be? Over three thousand members of the Kun-eating Race... That's the size of a large battalion! There must be at least three Thousand-man Commander-level members among them!"
"It's over, it's over! We're completely finished!"
Everyone's faces turned pale.
Even Tong Niu looked anxious as he turned to Jiang Chen. "Boss, what do we do?"
Zhang Kang said in a low voice, "Centurion, we should run! If we go now, before they get here, maybe a few of us can escape. If we delay any longer, our whole squad will be wiped out!"
