章節 1912: Kill The Great Western Sky First!

"Lord Monarch, what should we do next?"

Mo Feiyun asked in a bitter voice.

Ye Xiao turned his head and looked at his hundred-man team.

After this battle, there were still a hundred people left. Of course, this number included the mysterious Ice Lord Ying Lian who had not been calculated before. The entire Gui Zhen Pavilion had been destroyed, and only two people had died. If it wasn't for the capture of Meng Wuzhen, there would still be one person who survived. This battle result could be said to be extremely glorious.

At this moment, everyone's battle intent was still rising.