Under the scorching sun, Li Qingquan clashed fiercely with Jin Jun in the sky above the square, while the mighty Bloodline Saint lay swollen and bruised within the ring of combat, pinned down firmly under Li Qingming's foot. Surrounding them, a circle of millions of Blood Clan soldiers stood by, their eyes wide with shock, none of them showing any intention of coming forward to help.
This scene was extraordinarily bizarre!
"Now there's no one to help you, is there?" Li Qingming rubbed Cain's face with his foot and taunted, "I'll give you another chance—do you want to talk now, or shall I do it myself?"
Cain clenched his eyes shut and his lips tightly, appearing ready to face his execution. However, the cold sweat dripping from his forehead betrayed him.
"Fine, since you've decided to resist to the end, I will oblige!" Li Qingming sneered, his hand moving nimbly as he covered Cain once again.
