"She is Sykarra," Ye An muttered grimly from behind the bush, eyes narrowed. "Lead executioner of the Czaar Army."
Sykarra moved without pause, her grand silver chain trailing past the volcanic rim like an executioner's soul mourning the next kill.
"And the one with the spear… that's Vaelzaar. The Bloodhound Hunter, tracker of tribes. Slayer of seven sect masters. Both are confirmed Commander-Class."
Ye An's tone was calm.
Dead calm.
The kind you hear right before the temple bells stop ringing.
Su Yiran's heart clenched, she'd never heard these names... yet, seeing them here, in flesh and steel, made her breath shallow.
Bloodlust, like a miasma around those two figures.
Just how many lives had they taken?
Commander-class was already nightmare enough. These two? The upper ceiling.
Together, they could crush a Tribulation Realm cultivator like stepping on a glass toad.
And they weren't alone.
