"Splat, splat, splat~~"
One Human Civilization martial artist after another, patrolling the area, was silently killed by Elder Ying.
In front of the restarted general hospital at Jiangnan Base, battle rumbled on.
It had almost drawn the attention of every Human Race martial artist.
As far as Elder Ying was concerned, those who had remained behind were merely weaklings delivering themselves to their deaths, not worth mentioning!
At this moment, he reveled in the joy of slaughter.
He steadily closed in on his target.
Decades ago.
He still remembered that black-clad man wielding a longsword, who had stormed into the Eastern Evil Civilization.
How ruthless and domineering he had been.
Back then, Elder Ying had already been a renowned expert in dark-element spiritual power and had been tasked with intercepting Long Qing, the so-called super genius.
Yet he had never expected it.
That Human Race Long Qing would be so powerful.
One sword strike had seemed to tear through the darkness, leaving him nowhere to evade.
Then, the second sword had severely wounded him.
If not for his proficiency in concealment and escape techniques.
He would likely have been killed that day by Long Qing, the peerless Human Race genius who had risen out of nowhere.
Even now, the scar on his chest seemed to throb faintly with pain!
It gave Elder Ying an obsession with killing Long Qing.
"You can't hide anymore, old friend. You're here."
The shadows wriggled.
Elder Ying appeared at the entrance to an ICU ward. A sharp blade appeared in his hand, and he thrust it straight into the gap of the iron gate.
The next moment, amid ear-piercing screeches of metal scraping against metal.
The iron door slowly opened.
Before his eyes.
Inside the glass room beyond, two figures lay quietly on hospital beds.