"That's Fang Qianyuan!"
"How did he end up here?"
"Something must have gone wrong. According to our earlier predictions, he should have stayed inside the city, holding his ground behind the formation to keep Grand Elder Wei occupied and protect his subordinates."
"Yet he's come all the way here..."
Three hundred miles north of Shangyang City, in a heavily fortified military camp built between a mountain and a river, everyone stared in shock at the black-clad young man standing atop a gigantic white wolf's head in midair, their faces draining of color.
Many had already heard of Fang Qianyuan's fearsome reputation. Even those who knew nothing of his identity or background realized from the alarmed reactions around them that this was a supreme expert who could threaten the camp's safety.
Among them were experts from Central Province who had come from Yin Ziyang's former camp, as well as those who had followed Divine Wind Daoist Wei Baojun to encircle and kill Fang Qianyuan. At the sight of him, their hearts trembled and their faces turned pale.
Yin Ziyang was already dead...
As for Divine Wind Daoist Wei Baojun... his fan was right there in Fang Qianyuan's hand!
This would be no easy opponent to deal with. Even with the camp's protection, none of them felt confident.
Yet Central Province's deep reserves immediately revealed themselves. As Fang Qianyuan signaled for Little White to descend and prepared to strike, two Warrior experts, a man and a woman, promptly flew out.
He recognized them as Warriors because their physical features differed markedly from those of humans, yet they were not ordinary members of the Demon Race possessing demonic aura.
What flowed through their bodies was still human spirit essence.
The male cultivator had long horns sprouting from his head, like a pair of