The Marquis of Eastern desolation and the others walked in from outside and looked at li Dao, who had passed out on the ground.
To describe it in one word, it was very tragic.
He was still bound by chains, and his legs were gone. From his face all the way to his lower body, there was blood everywhere, making him look like a ghost.
If it was at night, it could even scare a living person to death.
"So fast?" Zheng Qing said.
He didn't believe it.
"Did brother Xiao really succeed?"
"Yes." Xiao ran nodded seriously.
"He has already spoken. There is indeed someone under him in the camp. As for who he is, I believe you have already guessed it, right?"
"Is it really him?" The Marquis of the East wilderness was expressionless.
However, the aura he exuded was even colder. The space around him froze and swept towards the surroundings.
Just as the tent was about to be covered in a layer of white frost, he put it away.