Suddenly, Qian Li felt a chill run down his spine as he locked eyes with the amused gaze of Lu Zhen, who stood about half a kilometre away from him.
His body trembled with trepidation, a primal instinct warning him of impending danger.
In the blink of an eye, Lu Zhen vanished from his sight, and the soldiers blocking Qian Li's path were reduced to nothing but blood mist in an instant.
All Qian Li could see was a colossal fist, radiating an overwhelming aura of power that made every fibre of his being quake in fear.
And then, darkness enveloped him.
"Was he a high-ranking commander?" Lu Zhen mused casually, wiping his hand clean of the blood.
"However, the war isn't over yet," he continued, a slight frown creasing his brow.
