In the shadows, footsteps sounded steadily.
Qin Lie slowly walked out, his expression as cold as ice frozen for ten millennia, his gaze as sharp as a knife. Carrying the cold, murderous aura of blood and iron forged in bloody battlefields, he swept his eyes across the clearing.
Lin Feng held a blood-dripping long saber, the blade stained with the dark red of the slain figures in black robes. Like the most loyal monolith, he followed closely behind, his entire body radiating a fierce and tragic battlefield killing intent.
Chapter 258