Tai Ling.
Martial arts practice field.
Amidst the rolling smoke, there was a faint smell of blood.
Outside the martial arts practice field, Tantai Xuan, the generals of the Great Xuan Kingdom, Mo Beike, Mo Ju, and the others were all standing there, staring at the rolling smoke.
Eight jade talismans were maintaining the formation.
The clanging sounds of armor rang out, and a group of black tortoise guards walked over with their heads held high, fully armed.
Within the formation.
A figure walked out, pulling the shroud and wrapping up the corpses, drawing blood on the ground.
The breathing outside the training grounds became heavy.
Tantai Xuan clenched his fists.
Mo Ju Sighed, and Mo Beike's heavy eye bags trembled slightly.
The person who came out was Jiang Li, and he looked very tired. His silver armor was already full of holes, and there was even a huge gash on his shoulder.
