"Yes!"
Hearing Li Murong's words, all the soldiers and leaders shouted in unison, their voices interwoven, filled with ferocity and murderous intent.
Ye Mo once again released Little Jing, leading the team forward.
This time, Ye Mo's squad did not suffer an ambush, and the hundred-man army smoothly arrived at the edge of the abyss.
However, the army of the Wraith Camp had yet to arrive.
"Boy from the Lingwu Continent, Ye Mo, you truly dare to accept the challenge, it seems you are well-prepared."
Flying towards them was a massive beast, more than twenty zhang long. It resembled a dragon, but only had the body of one, with the head of a lion, a pair of enormous wings, and imposing barbs covering its wings.
This beast, though not aesthetically pleasing, was certainly imposing. Streams of breath emitted from its nostrils, causing the soldiers of the Spirit Martial Camp to flinch slightly.
