Chen Mu's face changed dramatically.
"Ambushed by Water Apes? The entire support troop of the camp totally crumbled and disintegrated?"
"That's totally screwed!"
...
As evening came, the setting sun was as red as blood.
Above the vast grasslands, a patch of tall weeds suddenly shook violently, and more than a hundred Yin Spirits clad in grey short outfits were moving through the weeds.
They scurried about in panic, each running desperately toward the distant hills.
"Faster, faster, even faster!"
"As long as we reach the dense forest in the distance, we can all survive!" Feng Qianli, the commander of the Twelve Battle Flags, shouted loudly.
No sooner had his voice faded than a roaring sound came from behind.
Feng Qianli's face changed, he turned his head abruptly and saw not far behind him a three-meter-tall red-haired water ape standing erect, its blood-red eyes staring at them as if they were a group of lambs to be slaughtered, filled with icy coldness.