"These people don't seem that strong!" A hint of excitement flashed in Liu Rouxin's eyes. Were they finally going to fight?
Fight! Fight!
Liang Yi's gaze was fixed, and in the midst of it, a majestic White Tiger illusion, stepping on a cluster of thunderous clouds, rushed toward the light pillar with an awe-inspiring and unstoppable momentum.
As far as they were concerned, they were the hunters; they just needed to use their overwhelming posture to kill their enemies decisively, without considering anything else.
In the dark clouds transformed by the White Tiger Envoy's confidants, every person wore a bloodthirsty and cruel smile. They had not seen blood for too long and were impatient!
They wanted to hear the helpless wailing like that of a little lamb, to see the dying struggle in their eyes, to hear the groveling plea for mercy as dignity was cast aside, to see blood dye everything red as it flowed!
All of these would soothe their restless hearts and satisfy them.
