In the hall on the fifth floor.
Blood, the stench of corpses, and broken bodies were everywhere, a gruesome sight.
However, the struggle between the Fifth Floor Messengers had not yet ceased and continued on, for the conflict was unresolved, and the enemies remained.
Yang Jian and Li Yang stood in the middle of the hall, not far in front of them were Liu Ziwen, Wang Yong, and the suddenly arrived Leuk Qingqing.
Despite Wang Yong's side having the numerical advantage, in reality, if it came to a fight, they had little confidence.
The numerous corpses on the ground were the best proof; they had been alive just fine a few minutes ago, and within moments, their lives had been lost here.
Yang Jian's gaze fixated on Leuk Qingqing.
Leuk Qingqing was the only variable.
