"Jiang Suxin."
Jiang Li looked up into the sky. Unwilling to admit defeat, he gradually levitated, reaching the same height as Jiang Suxin in the void.
Chang Wenyuan hurriedly followed and stood beside Jiang Li.
At the same time, Zuo Ziyue gave a command to the two anonymous comrades, and they began to confront Jiang Suxin.
Jiang Suxin stood alone without a single flunky by his side. The three-on-one advantage was established instantly, and the spectators cried out in astonishment.
However, the Zhaoqin monks who had been born and raised here quickly realized that King Yan would not attack without a guarantee of victory. There must be a trick to this formation.
"Cousin, you've really come." Jiang Suxin slowly opened his mouth, not eager to start the final battle.
"Brother, I came here only to defeat you!"
Jiang Li shouted, trying to ignite Jiang Suxin's lifelong determination to never back down.
