In a temporary team, there was generally no one who would dare to be at the forefront. Even if there was no need to guard against being backstabbed, the risk of opening up the path was still considerable.0

Tang Wanzhuang’s rounded part disappeared from Zhao Changhe’s sight as she made it to the other side.2

In the next moment, a strong wind suddenly blew, and two sharp swords came from the left and right.0

Tang Wanzhuang slightly leaned backward, reaching out lightly, and the two swords passed by the tip of her nose and struck each other, making a crisp sound as they collided.0

Zhao Changhe quickly crawled through, but Dragon Bird was too large to be pulled through in time. As soon as he made it through, he kicked out with his right foot. A thud echoed, and it felt like he had pushed his foot into some sort of clay.0

Clay? Is it a terracotta warrior?0

Regardless of whether it was a terracotta warrior or not, Zhao Changhe was not able to push himself away as strongly as he had intended. The terracotta warrior did not react to being kicked, but Zhao Changhe stumbled and almost lost his balance. It felt like there was a strong pressure bearing down on him, making it difficult for him to even breathe. All his strength was subconsciously being used to resist the pressure, and the sharp sword intent that brushed across his skin caused his hair to stand on end.0

Sword domain pressure?0

When he looked around, he could...0