Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
One figure after another dashed out of the fog. Luo Chuan's eyes turned intent, and he said in a solemn voice, "Where are they?"
The coastline was starkly empty. Where was there still a hint of any presence?
Han Guang's pupils constricted, and he gnashed his teeth in hatred and said, "Damn it! Those few punks must have broken through the encirclement!"
"Trash!"
Luo Chuan yelled loudly in shock and rage: "How great a price did our blood race pay for this northern war situation? Even Hegemon Bloodsky acted personally! Now, it failed just a step away from success!"
Han Guang was in fear and trepidation, immediately kneeling down.
How could he not know the severity of this matter? But how could he have known that a middle Saint Sovereign Heaven could slash him with one sword move?
This sort of thing was seriously too surprising!