Su Yue's voice continued to echo.
In his tone, he felt it was unfair for Heiye.
In the Divine Land Camp, all the Martial Artists looked at Su Yue with admiration.
Impressive.
At such a young age, he already knows how to subvert the number two figure of the enemy army. This use of a counter-insurgency strategy is flawless.
Brave and wise, this is truly a dragon among men in the Divine Land.
In this battle, Su Yue deserves the highest credit.
"Shut up! I never made any deal with you. I have never betrayed the Clan Venerable, I...ugh..."
Heiye couldn't tolerate it any longer.
He was furious, about to lash out at Su Yue.
This shameless little bastard, fabricating facts to frame him, truly a beast.
However.
Before Heiye could finish his sentence, the wrath of the Yangxiang Race had already descended upon him.
An Eighth-Grade Martial Artist struck directly at his chest, causing Heiye to spit blood, instantly seriously injuring him.
"Heiye, you deserve a thousand deaths!"
