Chapter 205
"Stop spacing out! Keep moving!"
The Tiger-Chasing soldiers and cultivators were still trembling from surviving the disaster when Zhao Qi’s booming voice snapped them back to reality. Without hesitation, they followed their leader’s figure racing toward the opposite slope.
BOOM!
Another thunderous sound cracked the heavens. Countless black and red fireballs began raining down as soldiers craned their necks upward. Fear twisted their faces as their legs pumped faster.
The commander squinted at the approaching fireballs, sweat beading his brow. "We’re running out of—" His words died as he glanced at Zhao Qi. Despite the impending doom, the young man’s expression remained steady as still water – that same unshakable calm that had saved them during the Blood Feather Hall ambush when Hong Yao arrived just in time to rescue him and Liang Yi.
Panic kills faster than any blade during crises. Zhao Qi knew this better than most. While others scrambled, his mind worked with cold precision. Escaping the firestorm was impossible with a thousand troops in tow, but survival wasn’t about outrunning disaster – it was about outthinking it.
Years of study flashed through his mind: Ten Years’ worth of terrain maps, five recent battle reports, every scrap of intel on Eastern Wilderness cultivators. Preparation was the poor man’s cultivation level. His hand shot toward a vine-draped rock wall, golden light slicing through vegetation to reveal a thirty-foot boulder.
"Friends! Heave together!"
The Yang Family cultivators lunged forward first. Others followed despite their doubts, muscles straining against the massive stone as fireballs screamed toward earth.