"Seeing me astray, can I survive?!"
The first to bear the brunt was the slightly shorter figure among the black-clad men. This man and his blade were one, exuding sharpness. Earlier, he and the deceased black-clad leader stood diagonally opposite, blades aligned seamlessly, their coordination at its peak.
The massive wound on Jiang Wang's left abdomen, with flesh and blood torn open, was left by this man.
When Jiang Wang killed the black-clad leader and turned around to counterattack, the lone female amongst the black-clad group took over command: "Scatter first! Wait until his Sword Immortal state ends!"
But the slightly shorter black-clad man facing Jiang Wang directly had his gaze flicker to the leader's dismembered corpse split into three pieces, and an uncontrollable rage welled up within!
In that instant, countless memories came flooding back.
On the battlefield, when he almost lost his head, the rough hand that yanked him away from an enemy's blade...
