"Zhang Jie! Zhang Jie!"
Two streams of bloody tears fell from Xu Mang's furious eyes, but no matter how bitterly he screamed and wept, he could not call back the spirit of Zhang Jie.
Zhang Jie was merely one of the six people killed by Tian Xin, so the hatred and fury that filled the ranks of those in the Death Camp were countless times stronger than what Xu Mang expressed.
Out of the ten thousand people, only a small part could not bear to witness this scene, while the majority looked on with schadenfreude.
The Death Camp, the number one army of the Nine Provinces, invincible under heaven, to be in such a state today?
What pleased the crowd the most was that the Death Camp had encountered this catastrophe at the hands of the Dao Palace. This was a scene everyone enjoyed, as it gave them a breather when these two behemoths clashed.
