Fang Canghai saw Han Zheng coming, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
Thankfully, he hadn't misplaced his trust, and Han Zheng indeed came.
At this moment, Han Zheng was surrounded by boundless demonic qi, with a blood river beneath his feet, looking at Si Tianli with a grim gaze.
"Si Tianli, what do you mean by leading the Dingnan Army to attack the Xuanyang Martial Sect? The Southern Mountain cannot allow your wanton behavior!"
Si Tianli, holding the Blood Killing Dragon Spear in his hand, said with a half-smile: "Lord Han, I am here in the Southern Mountain under orders to help you suppress these martial world forces. If you do not help me, fine, but now you're helping these martial world forces? What reasoning is this?"
"The Xuanyang Martial Sect has already corrected its ways and stands with my Demon Cleansing Bureau against the Smell Fragrance Sect, so they are naturally considered allies."
