A fierce wind seemed to sweep through the office.
The hems of their clothes moved automatically, the powerful spiritual power materializing and leaving marks on the hard walls.
Death seemed imminent, and the battle could break out at any moment.
Neither halted first, their spiritual power nearly flooding out of the room, raging in the Third Legion.
"Heh."
Someone softly chuckled first.
Su Heyuan withdrew his spiritual power, his Adam's apple rolling, his lips showing a faint trace of blood.
The subtle scent of blood spread throughout the room.
Lu Shinian retreated a half step, his fingertips on one side slightly moving, his gaze towards Su Heyuan becoming more unfathomable.
"Truly worthy of being Commander Lu," Su Heyuan spoke first, "When you led troops to besiege my brother, perhaps you deliberately loosened your grip?"
Although it was a question, it was stated with certainty.
