"Why did it have to be now? Just one step away... What a worthless death?"
Dai Tiancheng was the last to be killed. Before he died, Yang Mo's distant voice transmission rang in his mind.
The Evil Warriors had their own channels for relaying messages and gathering forces. Among them, Yang Mo held the highest authority and could issue one-way notifications to every one of them.
This time, Yang Mo was not contacting Dai Tiancheng alone, but all Thirteen Evil Warriors.
As the saying went: the shorter the words, the bigger the matter.
"Return at once!"
Yang Mo had used only two words. What they meant was that every Evil Warrior who received the notice had to drop whatever they were doing and return immediately. Even if they were gravely wounded with only half a breath left, they had to crawl back.
This was a death order. The predecessors who had dared defy it had all become examples warning the Evil Warriors.
Unfortunately, if this news had arrived even a moment earlier, Dai Tiancheng would have had an excuse to flee and might have survived.
Splatter!
Scattered pieces of corpses fell like celestial maidens scattering flowers, splashing filth across the ground.
Mingjian Prefectural Lord instinctively stepped back several paces and drew in his feet, terrified that the muck would splash onto his shoes.
At the same time, in different places across all directions...
The two Evil Warriors who had encountered Yanshan were now one dead and one injured. The wounded survivor suddenly revealed a delighted expression.
Yanshan coldly stepped on half a mangled body. "You're about to die, yet you're still this happy. Looks like I didn't hit hard enough."
"Hahaha! Old Goat Head has summoned us—I don't have to die!"
"Yanshan, don't get cocky. Mountains and rivers will meet