Ziquan supported the severely wounded clan elder and, seeing his state of breathing more air in than out, realized that Hou Yuxiao's strike just now could almost slay a shattered realm powerhouse. He immediately felt a sinking feeling in his heart.
He didn't immediately respond to Hou Yuxiao's mockery, taking it as Hou Yuxiao's attempt to dissolve his fighting spirit. But as the air grew stagnant for five or six breaths without a sign of Qing Xuan, Bai Tong, or Duanmu Hong coming to his aid, his thoughts began to scatter, and his complexion gradually changed.
Guarding Qingmiao City would have been the best choice. He had been deceived into ambushing Hou Yuxiao, and the idea of his fifty thousand-strong Zimiao Army ambushing Hexi was nothing but a fool's dream...
And as his thoughts deepened, a look of panic slowly emerged in Ziquan's pupils, which even evolved into... fear!
