Flames were everywhere in the settlement, and thick smoke billowed into the sky.
The battle was over.
The Yan Huo Tribe members were either dead or had fled. Only seven or eight had been captured and were awaiting punishment.
Luo Yan stood by the wooden posts in the middle. The human corpses that had been hung there had been taken down and laid out in a row on the ground.
The nameplates around the corpses' necks confirmed that they were Pulle's soldiers.
"Go call Elder Yan here for a meeting." Jiang Kun did not even bother eating. He intended to have a proper talk with Elder Yan.
However, seeing that the support-side bounty hunter had already made an Ice Crystal Scepter, Jiang Kun wondered what the regular Obama on the other side—who had tightened his belt to save up for a major item—was thinking.
Chen Bo withdrew the mirror, but immediately clutched his chest. His vision went completely black, and he collapsed heavily to the ground.
"Getting worked up won't help. Just watch. You can't turn Trapani around—the championship is ours! Haha! Let's see if I can piss you to death!" Hugo joked again.
Han You winked at him, wearing an expression that said, "Don't worry, brother. I've got your back." They looked incredibly close.
Ye Tan's words always made people realize something without even noticing, yet somehow still made them understand that there was reason in them.
Without the slightest hesitation, Chen Bo swung his right hand in sync. Yang Zou swept out a streak of purple-red Sword Light, which instantly collided with the Cold Light slashed out by the black-clad man opposite him.
Although Ares had extraordinary talent, he could not possibly master the Space Magic he had just acquired right away.
The young man continued speaking. He