Yang Xiao gathered all the Essence Qi in his body, staring ahead at the brightly lit tent, watching the chaotic figures inside, his left hand raised high.
The other martial arts experts all rushed over.
Everyone was staring at Yang Xiao's left hand. As soon as he waved it, these martial artists would charge into the sheepfold like hungry wolves, slaughtering wildly.
And the entire slaughter process would definitely not exceed a minute before everyone had to leave quickly.
For some reason, Yang Xiao's heart did not have the usual ease and pleasure that came with carrying out a mission.
This seemingly simple decapitation operation gave him an indescribable sense of crisis.
However, Yang Xiao knew he couldn't easily forgo this opportunity. Even though his sixth sense vaguely warned him, he still decided to attack.
So what if the enemy had set an ambush? These ants couldn't possibly imagine what kind of enemy they were facing?
