"Brother Jiang, Brother Yan Hu, I'm sorry, I brought trouble upon you!"
Yun Hai looked apologetically at Jiang Chen and Yan Hu, his eyes filled with despair.
"Brother Yun, it's still a bit early to say that!"
Jiang Chen spoke softly, his expression serene, showing no fear at all.
Yun Hai and the others were stunned by his words, looking at Jiang Chen with faces full of confusion.
"Kid, are you still going to make a desperate struggle?"
The middle-aged man's eyes grew more sinister: "Such an annoying feeling, back then, the ants of Linyang City Guard Army also struggled desperately, causing this king to be constrained by Lu Zheng and swept away by the Ancestral Dragon."
"But now, they have all become this king's necro puppets." The middle-aged man grinned fiercely, pointing behind him at countless necro spirits, and then at Jiang Chen: "And you'll join them!"
"You're being arrogant too soon."
