As Yan Yating watched the two brothers reconnect, he heard Whisker speak to him from the side.
"My brother wishes to speak with you," Whisker said.
"Your brother is the King, right?" Yan Yating asked. He was almost sure, but it was better to ask.
Whisker nodded.
"Alright," Yan Yating said, looking around at the battlefield. "Where is he? I can't see him?"
He took a preliminary survey of the battlefield and saw that the Southern Continent's army was mostly losing before they had arrived.
Not that their arrival helped much either from the looks of it. It had only delayed the inevitable when it came to the fate of the battle.
He wondered how much of a help he could be.
"Wait, I see him," Yan Yating said and frowned slightly.
Alex was in the middle of a terrible battle with him and the girl from the picture Yan Yating saw fighting a group of terribly strong soldiers that had surrounded just the two of them.
