Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader

Jiang Dali stood alone, proud and unyielding.

A giant golden knife was slung across his back.

Demon Hawk perched atop the ramparts, spreading its wings, while Divine Phoenix flew above his head.

Apart from him, no one else had descended to the ground.

Everyone felt there was no need.

For unless there was another Iron Gall Divine Hou guarding Hulong Manor, the annihilation of the manor was almost certain after Jiang Dali made his move.

He now stood within the enemy’s encirclement.

People crowded around him.

All of them were standing.

Yet, at this moment, many felt not as though they were standing, but kneeling.

It didn’t feel like they, the majority, were surrounding the Black Wind Village Chief; rather, it felt as if the Black Wind Village Chief alone surrounded all of them, instilling a fear that they might be captured at any moment.

The martial heroes of the Martial World tensed the muscles along their jaws, their hearts taut like drawn bowstrings, daring not to breathe too loudly, fearing that their hearts, already in their throats, might leap out as they stared intensely at Jiang Dali, like guarding against a tiger about to pounce.