Faced with so many geniuses whose killing intent soared to the heavens, the two of them finally understood that although this group feared death as well, when given a chance to erupt, they would show no mercy.
"What do we do, Zhang Yi?" Fan Ling's expression changed drastically, his face already pale.
"Hold on until the Young Lord returns! These people are dead for sure!" Zhang Yi said with a ferocious expression.
But Fan Ling knew that Zhang Yi had already gone mad!
Fan Ling had accepted the fact that Li Yunxiao had been killed. Once these three thousand Yunxiao Imperial soldiers rebelled, there would be no turning back. Even if Li Yunxiao truly returned, she could no longer change the battle situation—and Fan Ling himself might even be slaughtered by these three thousand people whose fury reached the skies!
Fan Ling abruptly looked toward Li Tianming!
He did not even know this man and had never heard of any legend about Li Tianming.
Yet at this moment, he suddenly broke out like a madman. As he shouted along with the others, he cried, "Brother Tianming, I'm Fan Ling! I come from the Level Seven Star System, the Ziyuan Star System! I can help you achieve great hegemony. You don't have a third-order Star Ancestor under your command yet..."
"Fan Ling! You dare betray the Young Lord? Your Ziyuan Star System is finished!" Before Fan Ling could finish, Zhang Yi cursed in shock.
"I'll kill you first!" Fan Ling growled. He actually pounced from behind Zhang Yi, snarling, "Kill you, and I'll have rendered a great service!"
At this moment, Fan Ling could only gamble that Li Tianming's backing surpassed Li Yunxiao's. Otherwise, it would have been impossible for him to defy the heavens so thoroughly.
"Fan Ling!"
Zhang Yi