In the sky, a few Netherworld Envoys were no match for Lang Ya.
Below, Yin Qianqian and Yun Mengyao were slaughtering the guards like cutting melons or chopping vegetables.
Yun Mengyao dealt with a guard, looked at Yin Qianqian, and frowned, "I always feel something's not right."
"What's wrong?"
Yun Mengyao said, "In the past few days, we've experienced several battles. The Netherworld Clan and the City Lord's Mansion should know our combat power, but they still keep sending people to die. It's illogical."
Yin Qianqian pondered for a moment, threw away a guard whose neck she had just snapped, and nodded slightly, "You're right! The Netherworld Clan and the City Lord's Mansion aren't fools; something is indeed amiss."
"Finish them off quickly. I sense the Netherworld Clan and the City Lord's Mansion are plotting something," Yun Mengyao said.
As she spoke, her figure flashed in front of a guard, her hand reaching out like lightning for his neck.
