Ming Junting emerged from the cave, still carrying the lingering scent of blood on his body.
His gaze was sharp, his presence overbearing.
"From here on, I hope everyone can join hands with me. Since our mission is the same, we should cooperate," he said.
"Of course," agreed Han Zhaolong with a pleased nod.
Chen Xing also nodded, "Not sure about the details of the cooperation..."
"However, we should also prepare for what's to come. A legion commander has died, and it shouldn't take long for Fentian Giant City to send someone else."
Han Zhaolong spoke seriously, "Will the one who comes be stronger than the one you killed?"
Ming Junting pondered for a moment before shaking his head, "Not certain, but their ability to protect themselves will definitely not be weak."
Hearing this, Han Zhaolong couldn't help but burst into laughter, "Haha, you slaughtered their legion commander in front of a crowd. It's been many years since such big news has come out."