A visible sonic wave swept downward.
Some of the humans who had yet to be rescued, even those within the protective Energy Shields of Soul Beasts, were caught in the sonic wave and instantly exploded into a rain of gore.
Teacher Zhou took a deep breath, his expression grim as he looked up at the sky.
Between the white mist and the clouds, several enormous Flying Armor appeared, pulsing with a brilliant green light.
"The Cyan God Armor… This is a trap." Dean Wu and the others wore grave expressions.
He quickly made a hand signal, motioning for everyone to abandon the rescue and regroup.
Qing Fan's expression, however, was even more somber.
He stared intently at the tall figure on the back of a giant beetle, his words filled with deep apprehension. "Cang Fei… the Cyan God Armor Tribe's Seventh Elder. He has a contract with a Monarch Level Soul Beast and is a master with Tier Four Spiritual Power."
"We're in trouble… Dean Wu, do you have any way to contact Han—"
