The figure of the middle-aged soldier gradually disappeared.
On the entire land, only Zheng Cheng, still half-kneeling in the blood-soaked soil, was left.
"Hehehehehehe..."
The low laughter echoed from Zheng Cheng's mouth.
He knew who those figures were and their identities.
Even more, he understood what their presence represented.
His hands subconsciously clenched, squeezing out the soil between his fingers, spilling it onto the ground.
Far away.
Qin Zheng, Bai Jingqi, Chen Xiao, and Zhu Chengyu were still fighting fiercely with a large number of Inferior Tribe Professionists.
A considerable number of Inferior Tribe Professionists had also circled around from the side, attacking Yao Zhixue, Song Chaoyu and others.
As a man, Yang Haoran picked up his longbow and rushed forward.
After toppling several Inferior Tribe Professionists, he was successfully ambushed by one hiding underground!
A dagger plunged deeply into his chest!