All emotions transformed into confusion at this moment.
Hong Qitian seemed quite satisfied with Black Marquis's bewildered look and chuckled.
He waved to a Tier Four commander who had just swooped down nearby, his aura dense: "Hey, you there, yes, you. Come over and take this thing back. Keep him alive; don't kill him. I still have questions for him."
The Tier Four commander solemnly obeyed: "Yes, Sir Hong!"
Stepping forward without a word, he dragged Black Marquis away in a streak of light.
Speeding towards the direction of the Arctic Great Wall.
Vanishing into the snow-filled night sky.
The scarlet glow covering the battlefield lost its source, flickered a few times, then unwillingly extinguished completely.
The battlefield, after the turmoil.
Returned to tranquility once again, leaving only the lament of the cold wind and the sound of the distant army cleaning up the battlefield.
Hong Qitian clapped his hands, wiping off nonexistent dust.
