Sun Ling shouted as he watched the signal flare shot into the sky. He had mingled in the Hundred Thousand Mountains for a long time, and this was a commonly used method of communication there.
"A single arrow passing through the clouds summons thousands of troops."
This method was originally used in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, and under the influence of this signal flare, Long Yan could already feel four to five Half-Step Divine Emperors rushing over quickly.
"So what?"
Long Yan coldly said while looking at the blood giant almost reaching the horizon, believing that no matter how many such disorderly mobs from the Hundred Thousand Mountains came, they were merely delivering themselves to death.
The provocation from Long Yan also sparked a surge of pride in Sun Ling's heart, and Long Yan subtly became the leader among their trio.
"Long Yan, your end has come."
