Wan Tonghui had heard Sikong Jing's words clearly as well, and he cried out in disbelief, "Impossible..."
How could some brat from the Eastern Plains, merely in the Golden Body Realm, possibly kill the Eagle Group Leader? Even in a head-on fight, it should have been impossible.
Besides, one arrow from the Eagle Group Leader should have been enough.
Yet Sikong Jing still ignored him and instead asked, "Captain Yang, can you still fight?"
"As long as I'm not dead, I can fight. It's just that there's something around us disrupting my hearing," Yang Yi replied in a low voice.
At that, Sikong Jing burst into laughter. "Between us, we have two eyes. That's enough!"
Those two eyes were both Sikong Jing's, and he would serve as Yang Yi's eyes.
Hearing that, Yang Yi laughed too. "Indeed, it's enough. Then let's kill—at the very least, make Wan Tonghui bleed a little."
Sikong Jing nodded. "Right. One dead Eagle Group Leader is far from enough."
Their voices brimmed with killing intent. Neither cared what Wan Tonghui and the others were thinking; almost simultaneously, they launched themselves into the kill.
Sikong Jing lunged straight at Wan Tonghui, regardless of whether he was the captain of the Ten Thousand Victories Team, whether he stood at the peak of the War Martial Realm, or whether he possessed a fourth-grade battle body.
Right now, Sikong Jing would meet him head-on!
At the same time, Sikong Jing flung streams of true qi in every direction, sending them toward the surrounding black-clad members of the Ten Thousand Victories Team.
Behind him, the heavily wounded Yang Yi smiled faintly and charged out along the trail of Sikong Jing's true qi...
Screams rang out through the night.
At the same time, Wan Tonghui roared repeatedly, "Eastern Plains brat, you