"Enough, say no more!"
Little Bei Yan felt his blood surge when he heard Xiang Ziyu mention Qiao Jingyao and loudly declared, "For the sake of Eastern Wasteland, for the sake of... for the sake of the people of the Great Lai Dynasty, I'll charge through."
With that, he charged towards the white mist that had not yet fully dissipated with a resolute determination, as cold as the wind and as icy as the waters of despair.
Meanwhile, Xiang Ziyu quickly turned to look at the Axe Madman and challenged him, "What do you say? Shall we see who can kill their Alliance Hierarch first?"
"All right, this time, the loser will certainly be you," bellowed the Axe Madman, his fighting spirit soaring to the heavens!
Across from Eastern Wasteland, the people of East Breeze were also watching the position of the white mist, although they were spread far apart.
