With Ox Biaobiao's appearance, Yuan Qing and the rest felt the terrifying suppression on their bodies vanish into thin air. Surprise and joy flooded them as they gazed at the silhouette emitting a fiendish presence, emotions stirring within their desperate hearts. 

When the opponent's Duke appeared, one on their side had turned up as well, lifting them from the depths of despair.

"The two House Lords have left behind a helper," Yuan Qing said emotionally. Although he had already guessed it to be true, the feeling of seeing it in reality was completely different from that of speculation.

In the skies of House Luolan, the airborne Zhu Qinghuo rushed towards Ox Biaobiao at the first instance. His expression was grim as he felt the ominous aura coming from the other Duke. This was not some sort of illusionary technique, but one forged from clambering through countless mountains of flesh and blood. Thus, he could guess that the man before him was no stranger to reaping lives like...