"What?!"
Duan He's pupils shrank abruptly.
Chen Sheng's calm words exploded in his ears like a clap of thunder.
Duan He snapped his head up. A pitch-black canopy that blotted out the sky filled his vision. A sinister, toxic Evil Qi and a restrictive force as heavy as a mountain emanated from it.
Panic instantly washed away his earlier smug satisfaction.
'A trap within a trap?!'
'We... fell for it!'
It wasn't just Duan He. The entire allied army of the four sects that had charged into the array fell into a brief, deathly silence, which was immediately followed by an irrepressible uproar and commotion.
Their elation was replaced by a bone-chilling sense of crisis. The stark contrast drained the color from many of their faces.
"Duan He! You dog, how dare you lead us into a trap?!"
"Song Zhe, you old fiend! What in the world is going on?!"
