A muffled grunt echoed through the air: "Nine Tribulations, Profound Yin!",He turned his head, hands clasped behind him, his gaze fixed upon the inky sky. There, hidden in the shadows, lurked his enemies, a pack of powerful figures closing in like wolves – they were the very ones Zuo Guanglie sought to kill!,“This is Zu Guanglie…” Mo Jingyu promptly severed the connection with the puppet Feiya. At this moment, he spread a pair of mechanical iron wings behind him, hovering beside Gong Yang Bai, his voice heavy and strained, “A man who almost single-handedly slaughtered through Hangu Pass!”。