The voice fell, and a sharp-eyed, extraordinary young man descended here with a group of people, sweeping his gaze over the crowd present, with a cool smile.
"Did you also come because you heard the sounds of fighting?" Lu Ming's gaze fixed on Tie Wushuang, cold and stern.
No wonder, in this Soul Refining Battlefield, everyone is an enemy; everyone desires to seize the War Spirit from others and claim it for themselves. Yet, their strengths are similar, and it's difficult to determine a winner for now.
Therefore, these Young City Lords cannot clash prematurely for the moment. Choosing the weak to constantly strengthen oneself is the best approach.
"Of course!" Tie Wushuang glanced at Lu Ming, chuckling indifferently, "It seems all of you came a step late; in that case, there's no point in staying here!"
With that said, Tie Wushuang stepped into the air toward where Xiao Tianyu had disappeared, followed by the people of Qingzhou City.
...
On the other side.
