The Blood Mark Tribe's general strode into the hall, his entire being exuding a menacing aura of bloodlust that resonated instantly with the surrounding array formation. The previously unstable formation received a massive boost and gradually calmed down.

"You, who once thought yourself invincible, look so pathetic now," the Blood Mark Tribe general released his grip, planting the long-handled broadsword into the ground, its blade shimmering with a ripple.

He stepped in front of Luo Taotian, looking down at him with a condescending gaze.

Luo Taotian raised his head, his purple pupils peering through his hair at the Blood Mark Tribe warrior before him. "Zhan Buqi, if you have the guts, let me go and let's see who's truly pitiful."