Yamen coldly laughed and looked on in disdain at the group before him. He had sealed their fates the moment he called Schiller over. He was feeling rather amused at how these people were clueless as to their imminent fate.
At this moment, Chu Feng’s diamond chakram was ready to attack at a moment’s notice.
The black yak was incredibly nervous. He was waiting for Schiller to approach and enter the ambush lain by the Manchurian Tiger and the Undead Phoenix. The first strike of the ambush would decide the flow of the ensuing battle.
Even Yellow Ox was unable to keep his calm. His small face was tense with anxiety. Their plan today involved a fair amount of risk, but it was worth the gamble. It would be even more dangerous if they waited for Schiller to completely recover from his wounds—by that time, he would be free to assassinate them at will.
