"Hmm, six Star Officers have died so far, and there are eleven left,"
Qin Jun said with a nod and a smile to Yang Jian, whose aura of killing intent had not yet completely dissipated. Gazing at the towering figure of Yang Jian, the more he looked, the more satisfied he became.
Yang Jian was not a brute general like Li Yuanba or Red Boy, but one with both courage and strategy. Of course, compared to Li Jing, his strategizing fell a bit short, but not by much.
"There are eleven left?" Yang Jian looked at Qin Jun in surprise.
He was not even aware of how many people were watching from above the Heavenly Realm, so how did Qin Jun know?
The others upon hearing this immediately felt a chill, does that not mean that there are eleven opponents at the level of scattered Immortal Realm waiting for them?
What terrified them the most was the identity of these people—could it be that they were related to the forces behind the Heavenly Convention?
