Long Yan's eyebrows furrowed slightly, this person's strength was still considerable, although he had not exerted force, Long Yan felt that breaking free would not be simple.
"Brother, this mission is not something you can handle."
Turning around, behind Long Yan was a man with a square face, bare-chested, his iron-hard body showing a bronze tint, his lower body normally dressed, but the most striking was the Horse-chopping Saber behind him.
The Horse-chopping Saber is a very special weapon; even the Old Madman's Greatsword is already enormous, but the Horse-chopping Saber is even bigger than those two Greatswords. Generally, people using such a weapon fight with large, open movements, but Long Yan could see from the strong man's eyes that this was not the case.
