A Piercing Cloud Arrow!
Thousands of troops gather to meet!
This was Xu Anjing's expectation.
Many people did indeed come.
But unfortunately, the person she most hoped to see, the president, was absent.
Xu Anjing's face fell.
Although she had anticipated that the signal she sent might alert other Angel Envoys,
she did not expect so many to arrive.
She quickly counted.
In the shadows, contending with ghosts, were at least thirty Angel Envoys.
Aside from her own teammates, probably every other surviving member who could come had come.
"What's that over there?"
A tall Angel Envoy with a scar on his face stepped forward and asked.
Seeing Xu Anjing with a darkened expression and silent, he thought she was displeased at seeing him and pointed at his face, "Don't be a stranger, we met in the archives that day, Zen Xianhui..."
Damn, he really is 'Xianhui'!
Xu Anjing looked at the fierce scar on Zen Xianhui's face, but she couldn't see anything 'Xianhui' about him.
