"Get out, all of you get far away from me!"
In the sky, Pei Wei was roaring madly, a fire meteor dancing around his body, flickering above and below him.
Whenever a black-armored soldier was hit, they'd instantly turn to ashes.
However, the fire meteor that Pei Wei wielded, emitting the aura of a mid-grade soul device, mostly served to block the blood-colored crossbow bolts.
Unknowingly, Pei Wei had already been trapped in layers of encirclement.
Around Pei Wei, three units each numbering a thousand men had gathered, though the total number now was just over two thousand.
But only a thousand were attacking from the sky; the other thousand, carrying giant crossbows on their shoulders, were crazily shooting at Pei Wei in the sky.
Most of Pei Wei's energy was consumed by the endless spirit arrows.
He handled the thousand-man units easily, but as more and more of the black-armored Demon Soul Army gathered, with multi-type coordination, his situation grew increasingly difficult.
