A breeze blew past, and the dust gradually scattered. The figure of the white-clad youth holding a long spear slowly emerged.
His body was unmoving as a mountain, silent as a crouching tiger, his bearing outstanding, enough to make people...
"Cough, cough!"
The white-clad youth coughed violently a few times, bending slightly at the waist as his hand pressed tightly over his mouth.
"Damn, I overdid it!"
Casually wiping the blood from his palm, Lin Qingyun walked toward the dust-filled wall. With a casual wave, a gust of force swept the dust away, revealing the shattered hole in the wall.
Lin Qingyun looked at the two people twitching faintly beneath the rubble, his dark eyes utterly indifferent. Though he had no deep hatred or grudge with these two, things had already come to this, and he would not hold back.
After coughing lightly a few more times, Lin Qingyun used his spear to flick away several chunks of rock, revealing the two deathly pale faces beneath.
"Sorry, you lost!"
At this moment, Yang Cang and Li Yuanba's chests were still drenched in blood. Their deathly pale faces looked utterly terrifying, and their breathing had grown fainter and fainter, nearly inaudible. Clearly, they were already more or less at the end of their rope.
"Heh, if you want to kill me or cut me up, do as you please!" Li Yuanba's weak voice came out.
"As expected, straightforward enough!"
As the words fell, Lin Qingyun wasted no time. Without the slightest hesitation, he stabbed twice in succession.
After ending their lives, Lin Qingyun looked toward Xiao Yan, who was surrounded behind him. Facing so many mercenaries, Xiao Yan's condition looked very bad.
But before he had taken more than a few steps, Lin Qingyun's feet abruptly stopped. His expression turned icy,