"Lord Mosquito... revived?"
Suddenly, a hesitant, astonished voice cried out from among the onlookers.
The Loose Cultivators, who had been dejectedly lowering their heads while preparing to leave the battlefield, all turned back in surprise.
"What do you mean, 'revived'?"
"Isn't his corpse still lying on the ground? In two massive pieces, no less."
"The huge corpse is right there. Are you blind?!"
"No, no, look up in the air above Jiang Xinglan!"
"That little mosquito... could that be Lord Mosquito?"
"There are White-striped Aedes Mosquitos everywhere. You can't just call any mosquito you see Lord Mosquito. That's a stretch."
"But... but it just kicked Jiang Xinglan and sent him flying!"
"Can an ordinary White-striped Aedes Mosquito send an Integration Realm Peak master like Jiang Xinglan flying?"
It was only then that everyone belatedly noticed.
At some point, Jiang Xinglan had fallen to the ground. He was clutching his side and coughing up mouthfuls of blood.
