SCREECH!
Under the autumn sun, the cry of an eagle echoed through the sky.
The vicinity of Crow Valley had long been engulfed by the flames of war. Yet, an ironclad eagle miraculously dodged the barrage of artillery fire, soaring past the cliffs of the back mountain.
Although this scene was astonishing, Yao Jin and the others had no time to dwell on it. With varying expressions, they stared at the black-clad figure standing atop the rear cliff.
WHOOSH!
WHOOSH!!
Swirling gales whipped his trench coat into a frenzy. With a stern and cold face, he looked down upon the entire battlefield. Even without using any special techniques or making any sudden moves, it seemed he had located the Hidden Streamer's hiding spot, staring coldly at an empty patch of ground.
"Who are you?!"
