"The Cang Yan Knight is dead?"
The Withered King listened to the news from the Humsinger, hardly able to believe it.
As someone to whom the Cang Yan Knight had once sworn allegiance, the Withered King knew all too well the strength of the Cang Yan Knight.
As a king, he might not excel at combat. But the Cang Yan Knight had built his nation on the battlefield, his greatest trait being his combat prowess.
Although there was a gap in their strengths, the Withered King dared not claim he could kill the Cang Yan Knight.
If the Cang Yan Knight wanted to flee, the Withered King didn't think he could stop him. Even teaming up with the Shadow Lord might not prevent his escape.
"How could he be dead? How is that possible? Wouldn't he flee?"
The projection of the Humsinger shook its head: "I don't know. By the time my avatar arrived, he was already dead without a trace left.
Withered King, bring your elite subordinates to me immediately.
Otherwise, it'll be too late for anything."
