"Heh—"

Jun Zhuodong's gaze leisurely swept over the battlefield. A mocking smile emerged on his face, revealing a distinctly sinister look.

After a moment, his gaze lightly settled on the figure beside Du Fei, the derision in his eyes intensifying.

"What? Planning on taking turns against me? Why not come at me together?"

"Whoosh—"

Yet, the instant Jun Zhuodong's words ended, a figure clad in fiery-red armor took a ...