"Is that so?"
The moment the voice sounded.
Old Hong's spirit was suddenly invigorated.
...a strange voice.
Although he didn't know who it was, these almost confrontational words kindled a glimmer of hope in his heart.
Even though the hope was slim.
But what if it was reinforcements?
As he thought this, he forced himself to raise his head and look in the direction the voice came from.
Then, he was directly stunned.
He even momentarily forgot the pain in his chest from the shattering stone.
Although it was a bit blurry, he saw a young man standing not far away.
His expression was calm, but the aura he emitted was sharp, as if it could wound someone, and he was holding an ancient long sword in his hand.
The sword trembled slightly, as if excited.
Although he had never seen him in reality, without a doubt, Old Hong recognized this person.
...but why? Why would he appear here?
He was directly dumbfounded.
On the other side.
