The matter returned to three days earlier.
As Jiang Wang carried the Heavenly Sea King's corpse and slowly flew toward the outskirts of Frost Wind Valley, nearing Ji Zhaonan, who was helping him withstand the bitterly cold winds, he truly had never imagined that he would encounter an unexpected attack from his own side of the Human Race.
This was a racial battlefield. Regardless of grudges, factions, or nations, the Human Race should have stood united against the enemy here.
Back in the Lost Realm, Ding Jingshan, lord of Ding Wei Floating Island under Yang Valley's influence, had told him one thing above all else—on the racial battlefield, all humans were comrades.
Chu Mi's leap had become a scene he could never forget.
Thus, on the Star Moon Plain battlefield, he could fight Jing Kingdom's prodigies to the death. In the Ancient Demon Den of Wuyandu, when Zhao Xuanyang had been ordered to kill him, he had not hesitated to summon the blood puppet and strike back.
And in Frost Wind Valley, he could fight shoulder to shoulder with Chunyu Gui.
At this moment, his sword was still in his hand, and his grip upon it remained so steady... Nothing else was involved. It was merely the instinct forged through countless battles.
Maintaining a fighting stance at all times was the greatest reverence for life and death.
Those cheers did not stir him much, for he could not hear anything to begin with.
He merely saw, amid those weary yet exhilarated faces, one face filled with fervor and worship.
A young face.
The next moment, that face drew close!
It approached so abruptly, so terrifyingly.
With strength this body could never possibly possess, it instantly pierced into Frost Wind Valley, passed Ji Zhaonan, and smashed out a fist!
At the