Yang Ling closed in on the fifth-rank minor grandmaster like a phantom.
The man was somewhat stunned. How could he move so fast wearing such heavy Sky Wolf Battle Armor?
His thoughts ended there.
Yang Ling had already grabbed him, and fists rained down on his face.
Dozens of heavy blows caved in more than half his head.
But he was a fifth-rank minor grandmaster, a middle fifth rank at that. He was not so easy to kill, and Flesh Regeneration Power worked frantically, trying to save its master.
At the same time, he tried to break free of Yang Ling's grasp.
Yet his opponent's strength was so terrifying that it completely overwhelmed him!
The experts present were somewhat stunned by the sight.
The fifth ranks of the Divine Guard Office reacted and immediately rushed forward to rescue him.
The four generals from the Ministry of War exchanged glances. That brief interlude had allowed their injuries to heal considerably.
But the moment they moved, more than ten Divine Guard Office experts surrounded them, their cold eyes regarding them like lambs awaiting slaughter.
"Stay where you are and watch the show."
The leading fifth rank from the Divine Guard Office spoke indifferently, looking toward Yang Ling, who was being attacked by over a dozen fifth ranks.
The fifth ranks beside him wore mocking sneers, their eyes full of derision.
"Does he really think wearing the Sky Wolf Battle Armor makes him invincible? He actually dared to strike first in a situation like this. When we drag him out of it later, I hope he doesn't wet himself."
"This junior is nothing to fear, but Lord Ji seems to be at something of a stalemate too?"
Some of the fifth ranks were more concerned about the battle between Ji Tianming and Zhao