Li Yao's eyes suddenly flung open, as the surrounding situation infused itself into his brain.
Under his command, the Hawkman Skeletons soaring in the sky quickly scattered. According to Li Yao's orders, they had already locked onto the players below.
People at nightfall had grown impatient, given the previous experiences, no one could keep their calm. For them, time had turned into torture.
"Why does it take so long this time? It's illogical." The Prosperous Era's cousin was feeling edgy.
Nightfall, on the other hand, was unusually calm. He had completely cooled down, dispelling the rage of being killed twice, "Don't rush. He's certain to come."
"Did we block all the loopholes? He might not have a chance to strike," said the Prosperous Era's cousin. Usually calm, he appeared restless. Unlike Nightfall, he was not as accepting, always hoping to keep Prairie Fire at bay.
