Stirton stood there in mid-air. Although the battle around him was fierce, he was like a rock amidst the waves. Nobody was able to budge him at all.
Stirton watched everything coldly.
The warriors and members of the tribe died, but he didn’t care at all.
“It is about time!” Stirton muttered softly.
“Let’s do it!” A hoarse voice suddenly rang out. Three people suddenly charged out from within those black uniformed warriors of the Black Dragon Army. These three black robed figures moved almost at the same time that Stirton did, charging towards the two enemy leaders.
The tiger-headed warrior and the skinny, gold-robed man both laughed.
“Stirton really did have something up his sleeve. Only, I didn’t expect he’d actually have three of them.” The gold-robed man, Klotman, said in a low voice.
“Fortunately, we made preparations as well.” The tiger-headed man said coldly.
