"It's finally over!" Jiang Xiuming had just let out a sigh of relief when he suddenly heard this declaration from the Trojan, and instantly, beads of sweat the size of beans seeped out from his back.
Queen Mu remained silent, reminded of her own Group Leader by Tang Zheng's death. They were both the kind of people who would die in battle without regrets. She was about to reflect on this when she heard the Trojan's voice, looked up, and dashed over.
Mirror Charm unleashed, Death Breath and Ancient Dragon's Rage blasted out!
In the air, a few palm-sized flames flickered, dimming and brightening. With a breeze, they suddenly swelled and then merged into the form of the Trojan.
"Well done living!" Pang Meiqin and Li Xinlan showed no fear but instead a high fighting spirit, charging together. They wanted to avenge Tang Zheng, even if it meant dying without hesitation.
