The leader had a cold smile on his face, filled with confidence in victory and contempt for the enemy.
"Ye Qingchen, Xue Zhao, you might think you have some skill, but under our master's hand, you are nothing more than lambs to be slaughtered." The leader continued, his voice carrying a chilling confidence, "Xue Zhao, Ye Qingchen, today, your fate is sealed."
There was not a hint of wavering in his words, as if the outcome of this battle was already firmly in his grasp.
His hand slowly moved to the longsword at his waist, the blue gemstone on the scabbard gleaming coldly in the sunlight.
The leader's actions were full of confidence and authority, as if every move declared his strength and invincibility.
"I won't give you any chance to escape," the leader said coldly, his voice like it came from an ice cellar, carrying a biting chill, "Today, you will undoubtedly die."
Ye Qingchen felt the powerful aura from the opponent, and his heart sank.
