This man was the leader of the Sixteen Generals, Yijue Zhang Hu.
"Zhang Hu…"
At the sight of him, Yuan Tianhao understood.
During the battle at Liuhu Town, Zhang Hu had been ambushed by a limitation-level expert. He appeared to have escaped with serious injuries, but in reality, he and his men had most likely fallen into the hands of the Neon People and been brought under their control by some special means.
Otherwise, his whereabouts would never have been exposed, and the enemy wouldn't have been able to so easily set up an ambush in a treacherous place like Fulong Valley.
He had never expected an expert like Zhang Hu to turn traitor. The cost of controlling a master of the Ghost God Realm would be unimaginable.
"So you couldn't face death after all?"
Yuan Tianhao's expression grew calm.
SWISH SWISH SWISH!!
A dozen or so figures leaped down from both sides of the valley.
Among them, four figures positioned themselves in the four cardinal directions.
