Hai Feng stared at the white-haired, youthful-faced old man in astonishment and asked, "Qi, you know who that is?"
The white-haired, youthful-faced old man's expression was awful. In a grim voice, he said, "That's Qin Li!"
"What?" Hai Feng was utterly shocked. A possibility instantly flashed through his mind, and he asked in a trembling voice, "Then the team I sent to the East..."
"Don't even think about it. They're definitely all gone!" The white-haired, youthful-faced old man narrowed his eyes, watching the fierce battle over there. A glint flickered in his eyes, his thoughts unreadable.
"Qi, we have to go out and kill them now!" Hai Feng roared, his eyes wide with fury. In just this short time, several experts from the Iron-blooded Hall had already been cut down. The enemy's momentum seemed unstoppable. This was Hai Feng's life's work.
