On the battlefield, countless soldiers lowered their heads.

The blood beads are still dripping from the weapons in my hand.

Chen Zhuo and Xu Yi were silent for a long time, raised their right hands together and clenched their fists towards the sky.

Then, his right arm bent, his iron fist pressed against his heart, and he bent over slightly.

Even though Ling Ling was the king of the enemy country, he still gained the respect of Chen Zhuo and Xu Yi.

Putting aside the stance, the general died in hundreds of battles, just to protect the country and the people.

This is true for Ling Wei, Chen Zhuo and Xu Yi.

"Send the Hunting King!"

The heavy and solemn sound echoed between the heaven and earth, swept by the cold wind, and brought back to the hunting country.

The soldier of the dragon, with the right fist facing the heart.
Chapter completed!