Although this text was complete, Yang Lezhi could not recognize a single word.
At this moment, the mask in his palm was also shattered into pieces, with some parts reduced to ash.
Yang Lezhi looked again and again, even the eerie aura from the mask had dissipated.
Afterward, Yang Lezhi discarded the fragments.
As for the text in his mind, it was certainly related to the fragments in his hand, but Yang Lezhi didn't say anything.
This kind of matter, only he himself knew, so there was no need to speak carelessly.
Being a martial artist does not mean being selfless.
At the very least, Yang Lezhi needed to study it himself first to see what exactly this text was about.
"It's over!"
Su Yue stood on the roof of a house with Mu Cheng, expressing admiration.
"Yes, it was like a dream."
Mu Cheng also sighed with emotion.
War is indeed unpredictable.
Originally, it was a well-matched offensive and defensive battle.
