The Heavy Sword-wielding Undead

"Zishan, your Sky Eagle Organization killed my son. I want everyone in the Sky Eagle Base to accompany him in death!"

a middle-aged man shouted coldly!

The middle-aged man had a dignified appearance with sharp brows like a sword, a pair of fierce leopard-like eyes, and a silver basin-like face.

This middle-aged man was none other than the leader of the Fire-worshiping Sect, a ninth-tier Evolved Being named Zhao Xiao.

"Zhao Xiao, are you stupid or insane? What does your son's death have to do with our Sky Eagle Organization?"

Zishan's face showed a hint of amusement. The Sky Eagle Organization had never feared the Fire-worshiping Sect, and he was curious to see what tricks Zhao Xiao wanted to play.

When Zhao Xiao heard this, he was furious, and he stared at Zishan.

"Zishan, I want your life!"

"Flatten the Sky Eagle Base for me!"