Lang Hao’s face turned pale.
He drew his battle ax and stood guard at the front of the camp.
“Warning! Everyone, be alert!”
The orc warriors and ghost warriors took out their weapons and surrounded the people.
David walked to a nearby large hole and looked down at the people inside.
He was a middle-aged man, well-built and stern-faced, wearing tattered armor.
He had more than a dozen wounds on his body, and each of them was bleeding.
His cultivation level was at the seventh rank of the True Immortal Realm.
David’s pupils narrowed slightly.
Seventh level of the True Immortal Realm?
With this kind of cultivation level, one would already be a region lord in the fifteenth heaven.
However, he had never seen this person before.
Then he looked at someone else.
Seventh level of the True Immortal Realm.
The other is the peak of the sixth rank of the True Immortal Realm.
Another one, the mid-stage of the seventh rank of the True Immortal Realm.
There were dozens of people, the lowest was at the fifth level of the True Immortal Realm, most were at the sixth or seventh level of the True Immortal Realm, and there was also an old man whose cultivation was at the eighth level of the True Immortal Realm.
David’s heart sank.
Where did these people come from?
The first person to awaken was an old man at the eighth level of the True Immortal Realm.
He lay in the hole, covered in blood, his silver-white hair disheveled and hanging loose over his shoulders.
His fingers twitched, then he slowly opened his eyes.
They were old eyes, cloudy and tired, but deep within their pupils was a sharpness that could only be obtained through countless battles of life and death.
He struggled to sit up and looked around.
When he saw the orc warriors and ghost warriors surrounding him, his body suddenly stiffened, and a hint of wariness and hostility flashed in his eyes.
“Do not move.” Lang Hao pointed his battle ax at him. “Who are you? Where do you come from?”
The old man did not speak.
His gaze swept over the orc warriors, then the ghost warriors, and finally fell on David.
When he saw that David was human, the vigilance in his eyes eased slightly.
“Where is this?” His voice was hoarse, like sandpaper being rubbed.
“Sirius Tribe.” David crouched, looking into her eyes. “Beast Clan Territory. Who are you? Where do you come from?”
The old man’s eyes lit up.
Orc territory?
Not Protoss territory?
He turned his head and saw the wounds on the orc warriors, the ruins of the encampment, as well as the burnt tents and collapsed wooden fences in the distance.
This is a battlefield.
They had just finished fighting.
“Is this the fifteenth heaven?” His voice was a little shaky.
“Yes.” David nodded. “Fifteenth Heaven.”
The old man’s tears immediately welled up.
He raised his head, looking at the sky, his lips trembling, as if he was saying something, or perhaps praying.
“Finally finally managed to escape”
One by one, the people behind him also woke up.
They struggled to sit up, looking around, their eyes filled with fear and wariness.
Some gripped their weapons tightly, some stood protectively over the old man, and some cried softly.
“Elder, where is this?”
“Fifteenth heaven,” said the old man hoarsely, “we have reached the fifteenth heaven.”
The people were silent for a moment, then some laughed, some cried, and some fell to the ground, shaking all over.
FAQ Novel
Q: What significant development occurred with the protagonist over the past year?
A: The protagonist has undergone a year of intense cultivation, leading to healing and increased strength.
Q: What dramatic event shakes the Sirius tribe’s camp?
A: A massive crack appears in the sky, from which dozens of injured, high-level individuals fall into the camp.
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