Splat! Splat, splat!
Splat, splat, splat!
Only the dull sounds of flesh being chopped remained in midair.
The people below stared at the scene overhead, momentarily dazed.
"Guard Commander!?"
The Rong Tribe Warriors present all turned toward the Sky Wolf Guard Chief. A chill shot from the soles of their feet straight to the crowns of their heads, leaving their entire scalps numb.
The Rong Tribe's Fourth-Grade Grandmasters felt their palms turn cold, their backs already soaked with cold sweat.
Had they not weathered so many storms already, the sight overhead would have been enough to make their legs buckle!
"If fortune awaits, there is nothing to fear. If calamity awaits, there is no escaping it."
"Even if the Zhao Kingdom laid an ambush for us today, there is no need to panic."
The Sky Wolf Guard Chief swept a dark gaze over the Rong-Pacifying King and the others.
"Even if we die, the Rong Emperor will avenge us personally!"
The Rong Tribe Warriors immediately breathed sighs of relief, but something still felt wrong.
They did not particularly want to die!
They turned to Chen Quan, Left Vice Minister of the Rong Kingdom's Ministry of War.
They tried to find some hope in him.
Chen Quan remained conspicuously silent. He did not look up at the sky either, and no one knew what he was planning.
Hua Jinsong stared at that familiar figure, confirming again and again that it was indeed Yang Ling.
It cannot be a Human Immortal impersonating Director Yang. There would be no need.
So Director Yang is a Second-Grade Human Immortal?
Hua Jinsong instinctively reached up and rubbed his chin.
He felt he needed to reconstruct his memories.
He kept replaying the details of their time on Fire Jiao Island, trying to find signs that Yang