"Whew, whew, whew..."
The few of them collapsed into their chairs, gasping for breath, their faces pale as cold sweat streamed down their foreheads and cheeks.
"That was terrifying. We were so close—just that close—to never making it back."
The three of them were still shaken, lingering fear gripping their hearts.
Whenever they thought of Li Xuancang's terrifying power, they shuddered uncontrollably, fear rising from the depths of their souls.
"My injuries are severe. It will take months to recover."
There was not a trace of color in Feng Kaishan's face. A wave of agonizing pain struck him, twisting his features.
Blood had soaked through the clothing around his shoulder, and his entire arm still had no feeling.
"The plan failed. What do we do now?"
Their hearts were heavy, shrouded beneath an oppressive gloom too thick to dispel.
Not only had they failed to kill the Wang Dalong brothers, but Li Xuancang had injured two of them. The situation had only worsened.
"Things have come to this. We can only take things one step at a time and lie low for now."
Yang Yunhai wore a troubled expression. They were utterly out of options.
Li Xuancang was powerful enough to crush everything. His rules were the rules. When one's strength fell short, one could only bow one's head and wait for an opportunity.
Li Xuancang returned to the military camp, and no men in black took advantage of the opening to strike.
"My lord, seven of our brothers were killed."
Wang Xiaoniu came before Li Xuancang with a grave expression to report.
Before an Astral Qi Realm martial artist, these soldiers were fragile beyond measure.
Even if the enemy had not targeted them, a casual strike was enough to leave these soldiers utterly unable to resist.
"Give each of