Regardless of whether there was a hidden agenda, this feud was now established.
"We have plenty of time. Let's wait and see how things unfold," Qin Feiyang thought, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. He turned and continued towards the other side of the island.
BOOM!
CRACK!
The cacophony of battle echoed from afar, making him wish he could sprout wings and fly there instantly.
Time passed in the blink of an eye! A little over two hundred breaths later, Qin Feiyang could already sense the intense undulations of combat.
He climbed a mountaintop over a thousand feet high, stood at its edge, and peered down. He immediately saw Dong Zhengyang and the others frantically fleeing in his direction.
Fear was etched on every face, and their bodies were covered in wounds.
Shen Long and Jiang Wei had both lost their hands!
Dong Zhengyang was missing a leg!
Murong Xiong and Dongfang Wuheng had each lost an arm. Disheveled and covered in grime, they were in a wretched state!
