"Brother Wang, be careful." Zi Yaozhi's voice sounded in their minds: "The man with horns on his head should be from the Cangxu Main Star. He won't be easy to deal with."
"Understood."
Boom! Jiang Ye had transformed into a spear light, tearing through the void, charging towards the battlefield.
...Meanwhile.
"Clang!" "Clang!"
"Clang!" An intense battle was erupting on the battlefield.
Zhao Zishuang wielded a long sword, struggling to fend off the assaults from numerous enemies.
By this time, her clothes were stained with blood, tattered and ragged, revealing large patches of snow-white, plump, and tender skin.
However, Zhao Zishuang didn't care, for she was already in an inescapable death trap.
"Inevitably, I will fall here."
"I'll fight to the death." Zhao Zishuang's eyes were filled with desolation, which suddenly transformed into a decisive resolve, preparing for one last outburst.
But at that moment.
"Step back." A familiar voice suddenly echoed in her mind.
"Hmm?"
