"The fire seed of our Barbarian Tribe will never be extinguished."
From the beginning, Cang Ya knew there was no chance for a peaceful resolution today, so he had no intention of leaving alive.
As long as Wu Ge could lead some people to break out, his mission would be considered complete.
"What a shame, in the end, Blood Mist couldn't bloom in the Capital City..."
"But the Human Race is best at internal strife; as long as we lie low, there will always be a chance in the future."
While Cang Ya was talking to himself, Ye Linghan suddenly stopped, casting a puzzled look his way, "What now, finally willing to give up?"
Ye Linghan's lips curled into a mocking arc, shaking his head, "A bunch of bloodthirsty beasts pretending to be noble here? If that's your final words, I'm sorry, you might die with regrets."
She took out a porcelain bottle from her bosom and poured a black pill into her palm, golden lines faintly emitting from it.
