The ominous sound of chewing echoed through the City of Fallen Immortals as Mi Jian's blood splattered.
Shi Miehang was gnawing on him, yet Mi Jian showed no reaction at all, as though he were already dead.
Ming Cangmu's expression darkened considerably. Power surged around him, and the phantom domain of the Netherworld behind him emerged once more, seeming ready to connect with him at any moment.
The overwhelming pressure around him swept out like rolling waves, crushing fiercely toward Shi Miehang.
"He is our hope of finding Lin Xuan and Ling Pianran, Shi Miehang. How dare you..."
Ming Cangmu's voice was cold as a blade, but before he could finish, Shi Miehang turned his blood-smeared face toward him.
"What are you in such a hurry for?"
Shi Miehang's voice was muffled as he continued chewing. Even the Dark Hordes, who had long been accustomed to life and death, felt their stomachs churn violently at the sight.
"I already sensed it just now. Lin Xuan and Ling Pianran have approached the battle line. They are going to attack the city again!"
"Mi Jian is already useless. Why waste effort on something pointless?"
Shi Miehang's words silenced Ming Cangmu and the Dark Hordes.
Ming Zhanyuan stood there in a daze. He had never imagined that Lin Xuan and Ling Pianran would be so bold as to attack the city again, invading the Dark Forest's battle line.
Had he known this, why had he gone to capture Mi Jian? He would have been better off entering the battlefield sooner. That could have reduced their losses, and perhaps they might even have slain another Near Dao Earth Immortal.
At that moment, Ming Zhanyuan felt the absurd sensation of having been played.
"What kind of joke is this? They still dare to..."
Ming Cangmu's