“Since you all want to die, don’t blame me.” Despite knowing it was a trap, and an extremely childish and simple one at that, Long Chen jumped in, regardless of knowing that it would make him a brainless idiot.

The will inside him refused to allow him to avoid this. He had to charge through it. Evilmoon slowly collected power.

“Are you competing in numbers here?” Just at this moment, a familiar voice rang out. Shen Chengfeng and the entire eighth legion came rushing over. One sword after another came out of their sheaths as they surrounded the warriors of the second legion. After consecutive victories, the eighth legion was no longer spiritless. They were like honed blades shining with their own light.

“Shen Chengfeng, what are you intending?!” demanded the vice commander of the second legion.

“What am I intending? Can you not tell? We’re intending the same thing as the swords in your hands. Long Chen is the...