A corner of the Desperate Battlefield.
The greatsword Changli poked around in a mass of charcoal. A moment later, an irregular crystal rolled out from the ashes.
"What's mine is yours." Long Qingyuan rarely said something so tender, but with his cold, arrogant expression, it sounded somewhat off.
"Sorry, brother." Watching Yang Chi charge through the flames, Ross silently apologized in his heart.
Thus, a discussion also arose at the base: Should they withdraw the armies of the two men, or continue sending reinforcements?
Forget sending an army to meet them in battle. Who didn't know that Gao Jun and his men were a bunch of Great Worms? Just defending Jinan Prefecture was already something to be thankful for.
No one knew why Xu Yi and Ziyin had joined forces to deal with the giant dragon. They had never imagined that the two could defeat it—the giant dragon was an existence akin to a god. Yet in the blink of an eye, Xu Yi pierced its neck with a single sword.
As for Ye Fanchen, Huang Yao had mentioned him to her before, even saying that they seemed to have a good relationship. She had never expected Huang Yao to come study at Capital University as well. Could her schedule really accommodate that?
"Very good, Family Head Yan. At least you're sensible. Let's go. The sooner we finish dealing with this, the sooner we can return." Yang Chi smiled as he tossed the Shenhe in his hand toward Family Head Yan and clapped his hands, his every gesture brimming with confidence.
Old Man Moon was a god from an extremely distant era. Yang Chi did not know how powerful he was, but Old Man Moon gave him a profound and mysterious feeling. Yet he had been gravely injured and crippled