"Stop!"
At the furious roar, everyone stopped in unison.
They all turned to look in the direction of the voice.
In the middle of the crowd stood a grim, vulture-like man with disheveled hair, dressed in a brown robe. His eyes burned with fury.
Many people gasped when they saw him.
"It's Mr. Jiao, the captain of the Autumn Wind Mercenary Corps."
"So Mr. Jiao is here too. He's a Martial King Fifth Heaven expert."
"Mr. Jiao, what's going on? Why did everyone suddenly start attacking each other?"
For many, the situation still felt like a dream.
They had been swept into the battle without understanding why.
It was a nightmare. Several of their companions had already died.
Mr. Jiao was clearly a man of great prestige.
But right now, his face was dark. Combined with his naturally vulture-like features, he was an intimidating sight. When coupled with the aura of his Martial King Fifth Heaven cultivation, almost no one could stand against his presence.
