The swirling sandstorm obscured everyone's vision.
"This is impossible!" the Blue Demon exclaimed in disbelief. To him, it was strange. It was obvious that Chen Pingchuan had been freed from his restraints.
"The Second Palace Master can't be dead! He is War, one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse!"
Lilia and the others were equally dumbfounded.
In their hearts, they had believed they were chosen by Chen Pingchuan for their notable skills. But as they went through these experiences, something felt increasingly amiss.
The enemies Chen Pingchuan faced were always far beyond their own capabilities. Any random adversary he fought possessed peak eighth-level strength. In the outside world, people of that caliber were either regional overlords or high-ranking members of major powers; they had absolutely no connection to talented but still minor individuals like themselves.
