Zhang Chen turned his head towards Chen Ping. At this moment, Chen Ping's clothes were stained with blood, and many holes had appeared on his body.
Even martial artists who have refined their Qi Blood find themselves in a fierce struggle against the tides of people, eventually exhausting their strength. Especially with soldiers clad in iron armor, moving as wolves and tigers in perfect coordination, even a martial artist with Qi Blood can end up with more holes in their body if careless.
Faced with a mighty army, martial artists appear rather insignificant. If not for the three Blood God Children guarding the carriage, who came and went freely, absorbing the iron-armored men around them in an instant, this carriage would likely have turned into a beehive by now.
"Even those who wield Superpowers, without large-scale destructive power, can only protect themselves against such an army," Zhang Chen mused inwardly.
