Han Zhan thought for a moment and showed a slightly apologetic smile.
"Sorry, you're too late, they're all dead."
The vague figure conjured on the flag fell silent.
"Fan Benhua is not dead yet, have him and the 'Hunting Halberd Whale' return, and I will bestow upon you—"
The East King hadn't finished speaking.
When a clear sound of a neck being snapped was heard.
Han Zhan rose from beside the Fishman general, still maintaining a smile on his face.
"Now, they really are all dead."
"You—"
The vague figure was about to speak again, but the flag on the 'Hunting Halberd Whale' was torn to pieces by a sword's light, and the conjured figure disappeared.
It was clear that the East King's flag was some kind of special artifact that could communicate over great distances.
For a leader who needed to command many subordinates, it was indeed a useful tool.
"You've killed him, does this mean you've completely offended the East King?" asked Gongyang Jin beside him.
