Inside, smoke filled the air as Xu Shuo observed for a while before leading his men in. Both sides launched a pincer attack, finally breaking Xiao Sen's formation, and soon only the continuous screams of the enemy could be heard.
The dust was stirred up by the fighting, swirling wildly, making it somewhat difficult to see clearly.
Through the hazy vision, however, a figure was gradually approaching.
When Huo Jingting saw him, he frowned slightly but said nothing.
The man walked over on his own, dressed entirely in black, and his clothes faintly revealed a lean, perfect physique.
On his handsome face, the scar running from his brow bone to his forehead remained clear.
Six years had passed, and this was like his second life. At this moment, he set aside all hatred and anger, finally standing side by side with him once again.
Huo Jingting's gaze fell on him, his emotions at Tandi were complex.
