"Who else?"
Tan Huajian stood with his sword in the void, wielding Zheng Li's head in one hand, shouting at the Ninth Legion soldiers before him, who were still in a state of shock.
The roar shook the heavens.
Sword Qi soared.
At this moment, Tan Huajian was like an unrivaled War God.
A low growl.
Completely suppressed the aura of the ten thousand people in front of him.
"..."
The ten thousand soldiers of the third battalion stared blankly at the head severed by Tan Huajian, feeling a chill rise from their tailbone and sweep through their bodies.
An icy chill.
It made their hearts tremble with fear.
They couldn't accept that someone as formidable as Zheng Li was unable to withstand even a single strike from Tan Huajian, being instantly killed by one slash.
Before they could recover.
Inside the Judgment Camp.
Xiao Yi's voice boomed like thunder: "Kill them all for me!"
Bang!
Rumble...
