And opposite him were three or five powerful imperial guards in armor.

These imperial guards were all carrying heavy injuries on their bodies, and each of them was breathing fire in their eyes, helping a seriously injured middle-aged general in the center.

Ye Qingyu knew this general who was supported by everyone.

His name is Huang Tianxiang.

In the Battle of Guangming City several months ago, Ye Qingyu had seen it and fought side by side.

This is a strong man. He was born into a sect in his early years and later joined the imperial guards and made a lot of contributions. He is fifty-five years old this year, but because of his profound martial arts cultivation, he looks like he is only in his thirties.

Huang Tianxiang is an extremely tough backbone force among the imperial guards.

But at this moment, one of his arms was cut off by elbows.

The broken arm was covered with white bones, blood was sprayed, and blood was spreading throughout the tent. Where the wound was returned, there was a dark gray aura like rotten flesh, which was obviously eroded by an extremely vicious alien force.

The cut off hand was stepped on by one of the young man with three black moles.

The boy outside the mole domain, with a slightly curled mouth, and a little teasing and torture, smiled contemptuously: "What? Are you angry? Haha, let's do it together. If you can force me away, you will give it back to him. How about it? Hahaha!"—
Chapter completed!