As the dust settled around the battlefield, Tianlong Qi struggled to maintain his composure.
Blood dripped from his wounds, and his breath came in ragged gasps.
His once authoritative demeanor was now replaced with sheer terror as he watched Feng Chen kill Tianlong Zhen with ease.
Losing Tianlong Zhen would be a big blow to his clan's strength but more than that, his mind was filled with fear of dying.
Who could have expected that after being overly prepared, it still wasn't enough and one man was able to easily take care of the team that he assembled.
He clenched his trembling fists, his gaze darting toward the two black-robed figures who had yet to make a move.
Desperation filled his voice as he called out to them.
"Elders! Help me!"
Tianlong Qi shouted, his voice cracking under the weight of fear.
For a moment, there was silence, broken only by the faint rustling of the wind.