In the airspace Heng had flown to before quickly flying away, the two Xuans had seen his arrival, as well as the person he was carrying on his shoulder. They noticed his arrival, but neither had any response, allowing him to speed off. However, the frequency of their attacks increased.

“Is that the trap you hid? A final killing move, a hidden bomb to be carried by Heng to Zheng’s main battlefield… a controlled clone Ming Yanwei?” Xuan frowned slightly. He had immediately know Heng’s situation when he flew over, as well as clone Yanwei’s....