The headache that was tormenting Li Huowang had slightly lessened, and he now looked with wide eyes at the scene unfolding within the Rotating Light Mirror, almost believing he had seen incorrectly.
What seemed to have torn a huge chunk from the giant red dot representing the Military Formation was something formidable.
"This...impossible! How...how could this be! I clearly disrupted the ritual to summon the god!" Li Huowang glanced up at the statue above, which had no sign of activity, then swept his gaze around the chicken-footed people lying scattered in pools of blood.
With a very unpleasant expression, Li Huowang immediately stretched his hand toward the little red dot beside the battlefield in the Rotating Light Mirror, intent on figuring out what exactly was happening there.
In an instant, the perspective switched, and Li Huowang found himself seated on a warhorse, galloping toward the distance.
