"King Yama, King Yama!"
With each call, the name of King Yama was carried further away by the piercing cold wind.
At this moment, for example, about five kilometers north of Celestial Horse Island, four vehicles were parked in a mountain village, and more than ten people stood at a cliff edge, staring at each other upon hearing the faint sound coming from the south.
"King Yama... is that what they're shouting?"
A man with a cigarette in his mouth looked south but saw nothing.
"No mistake, it's that name, pretty audacious to use it. Hey, Monkey, what's the situation?"
"At least a hundred people, with drones, tanks, and that unexplained bomb!"
The man called Monkey squatted on a weird rock over three meters high, holding a pair of binoculars, visibly embarrassed.
"Well...indeed qualified to be audacious."
"The intelligence differed too much from reality; even if this force wiped out Liu Shijie and his team, they're not an easy bone for us to chew!"
