A hundred miles away from the ancestral temple, still within the Blazing Flame Race Territory, Yang Duan stood on a branch of a large tree, gazing in the direction of the Blazing Flame Ancestral Temple.
Bloodshot lines appeared in his eyes, reflecting the scene in Shi Xuan's eyes.
Since entering Ji Land, the news heard along the way was somewhat exaggerated; this so-called Blazing Flame Division had no defense at all, full of loopholes.
He swaggered in without encountering any obstruction.
This Sacrificial Spirit is useless too!
These Northern Horse Slaves, without a major division, just let the barbarians gain fame!
Buzz!
In the moment Yang Duan felt disdain, an incredibly bright light illuminated the night, enveloping the entire tree and Yang Duan below.
Yang Duan was shocked.
An invisible force blew his mouth out of shape; in a hurry, he let out a long howl, his entire body rapidly fractured, blood flowing out.
Roar!
