"It's just one-half sage. At least it's not two, or three, or four... it's just one! The pressure... urgh..." Fang Zhengzhi's lips twitched as he looked at Canyang. He regretted his decisions, but he couldn't back down now.
"Kill him, kill him!"
"Avenge our Young Master! Wipe clean the slate!"
"Die!"
"Die!"
The demons began screaming the moment they saw Fang Zhengzhi walking over. Their voices shook the earth.
On the walls of the Iron Hill Settlement...
Everyone was watching Fang Zhengzhi as he walked towards Canyang. All of them had an illusion...
They felt like he was extremely courageous and unafraid of death.
The entire world seemed to quieten down and time seemed to stop. All that was left was the figure on the battlefield.
Proud, calm, and unafraid of death.
However, this kind of aura and demeanor didn't seem to fit Fang Zhengzhi very well. As a result, they were all stunned by it.
