"You're not afraid?"
Zhu Qilue's voice trembled slightly as he looked at Lin Fan.
The other's calm demeanor was indeed quite dashing, earning admiration from others.
"Afraid? That word doesn't exist in my dictionary!" Lin Fan sneered, staring calmly at the army of thousands.
However.
From the corner of his eye, he saw Zhu Qilue's face, pale as paper, devoid of blood, with a look of panic.
But he didn't point it out, because Zhu Qilue was also a person of strong self-esteem, surely not wanting others to see him like this, especially not wanting to show cowardice in front of him.
Yet having lived under such high pressure for so long, his body had reflexively shown fear, perhaps even without him realizing it.
It seems.
This High Priest Gong Wenyao has controlled the Fire Clan for quite some time.
Just as Lin Fan was contemplating, a fiery red appeared in the distant yellow sand!
Thousands of troops charged towards him, each clad in fiery red armor, like a raging fire.
