"Second Senior Brother, move..."
With Luo Guangmang's explosive shout, Bian Fei moved. Borrowing Luo Guangmang's Army-Slaying Formation, he slipped out for a stealth kill.
His target was precisely the Super Divine Martial expert sent by the Straight Wind Lineage.
In an instant, cries of slaughter erupted across the sea. Battle intent surged to the heavens, and screams rang out without cease!
An hour later...
The sea had returned to calm once more. Luo Guangmang, Bian Fei, and even Fifth Senior Sister Bian Xin were drenched in blood from head to toe.
Even Ling Mi'er clutched one severed arm, leaning heavily against the railing.
Yet radiant smiles filled all four of their faces. They had won.
That was right...
Even with General Luo's might erupting, the battle had lasted a full hour and left all four of them severely wounded. They had not even killed everyone sent by the Straight Wind Lineage; several experts had escaped.
But at least, they had won.
At the very least, they could still use the Straight Wind Lineage clansmen to threaten Ling Zhisui.
Luo Guangmang took out the communication jade and said wildly, "Ling Zhisui, those you sent are either dead or fleeing... Shall we continue our negotiations now? How about you bring the Crescent Moon Lineage members out to sea and exchange hostages with us?"
Having said that, Luo Guangmang put down the communication jade.
He knew that the Straight Wind experts who had escaped would surely contact Ling Zhisui as well. All they could do next was wait.
Yet one hour passed, then two...
They received no further reply from Ling Zhisui. A rolling chill filled Luo Guangmang and Ling Mi'er's hearts. Something terrible must have happened.
And they were still five or six days away from the Crescent Moon Wasteland.
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