Splat! Splat, splat!
Splat, splat, splat!
Only the dull sound of chopping flesh remained in midair.
Everyone below watched the scene in the sky, momentarily dazed.
"Wei Lord!?"
The Rong Tribe martial artists present all turned toward the Heavenly Wolf Guard Wei Lord. They felt a chill shoot from the soles of their feet straight to the crowns of their heads, leaving their entire scalps numb.
The Rong Tribe's fourth-rank grandmasters had cold palms, their backs already soaked in cold sweat.
Had they not weathered so many storms before, the sight in the sky alone would have been enough to make their legs give way!
"If it's a blessing, it isn't a calamity; if it's a calamity, there's no escaping it."
"Even if Zhao State set an ambush for us today, there is no need to panic."
The Heavenly Wolf Guard Wei Lord swept a grim gaze over the Pacify the Rong King and the others.
"Even if we die, the Rong Emperor will personally avenge us!"
The Rong Tribe martial artists immediately breathed sighs of relief, but then felt something was not quite right.
They did not particularly want to die!
They turned toward Chen Quan, the Rong State Ministry of War's Left Vice Minister.
They tried to find some hope in him.
Chen Quan appeared very silent. He was not looking at the sky either, and no one knew what he was planning.
Hua Jinsong stared at that familiar figure, confirming repeatedly that it was indeed Yang Ling.
It couldn't be a Human Immortal impersonating Master Yang. There's no need for that.
So Master Yang is a Second Rank Human Immortal?
Hua Jinsong unconsciously reached up and touched his chin.
He felt that his memories needed some rearranging.
The details of their time on Fire Flood Dragon Island