As he spoke.
A wisp of sword qi streaked past Xu Lingjun's fingertips.
The restraints on the two people immediately fell to the ground.
"Go on."
The two exchanged a glance, seeing the resolute look in each other's eyes.
They quickly turned and ran back.
"Aren't you afraid Yi Shiqi might fail?"
Watching them leave, Han Yun City slowly walked over and said, "You promised Yi Shiqi the title of Master of Iron Wings."
"I promised them weapons, but I didn't specify the specifications or level... Yi Shiqi naturally gets the best; if even that can't help, Yi Shiqi might as well smash his head against a block of tofu."
Xu Lingjun said, "The Iron Wing Clan and Flame Race can be destroyed or not, but the Silicon Based Clan must be exterminated. Therefore, Yi Shiqi must succeed, but at the same time, the strength of the Iron Wing Clan must be significantly weakened!"
Han Yun City sighed, "It feels like you've grown so much recently."
