"Someone else?"
Vulture's heart sank, and he swept a wary gaze around.
Even now, he couldn't accept any of this!
Has Li Yun gone mad?
Swoosh swoosh swoosh!!
Three figures shot out from the shadows.
Two of them were tall and burly—clearly of the Barbarian Race!
Between the two Barbarians, surrounded in the center, stood a young man of the human clan!
This bizarre combination left everyone stunned.
"It's Zhao Yan!"
Someone cried out in shock, face pale as paper.
The Martial Artists of Vulture Squad felt their hearts plummet, their faces filled with despair!
Zhao Yan, ranked tenth among the top prodigies of the Barbarian Race!
Though he was a Daqian native, the rankings didn't lie!
To be ahead of so many Barbarian geniuses was proof of true strength, no mistakes there.
"Barbarian Race? You're actually colluding with Barbarians?"
Vulture felt as if struck by lightning, glaring ferociously at Li Yun as he roared.
At this point, he was utterly bewildered.
