"They're all dead!" Zheng Ming looked at Crown Prince Qing Ya and said calmly. These three words, when uttered from Zheng Ming's mouth, seemed incredibly casual, as if he were merely speaking of a cat or a dog that had died.
However, upon hearing this, Crown Prince Qing Ya felt as if a giant hammer had struck his head. He never imagined the situation would turn out in such a manner.
His companions, though not necessarily from backgrounds comparable to his, were not ones to be trifled with. Some were even the direct descendants of powerful clan leaders.
These people carried the hopes of their great clans and were destined to distinguish themselves in the Supreme Sacred Domain in the coming millennia.
But now, according to Zheng Ming, they were all dead.
As fear flickered through Crown Prince Qing Ya's heart, a sense of relief also arose.
Fortunately, he hadn't participated in the ambush against Zheng Ming. Otherwise, among the dead, he might have been counted.
