After Xiao Yao finished speaking, Chang Hongwei felt something brushing past his ear, and when he touched it with his hand and then looked at what was on his hand.
With a "thump," Chang Hongwei's legs went limp, and he collapsed to the ground, his face deathly pale, as large beads of cold sweat dripped from his forehead. He distinctly felt that he had just brushed shoulders with death itself.
"Hehe, Lord Chang, do you still want to keep someone here?" Xiao Yao coldly chuckled and asked again.
"Haven't you ordered a retreat yet, let them leave!" The answer came from an enraged Xuanyuan Jinxing.
Chang Ping was awakened by Xuanyuan Jinxing's thunderous roar and quickly made a retreat gesture for Xiao Yao's subordinates to leave.
He had been scared to cold sweat throughout his body, still immersed in trembling.
