Chapter 1151: The Wind-Thunder Formation Takes Shape!

Pang Jin clawed his way forward with every ounce of strength he had left. He had served West Marshal faithfully for eighteen years, and he wanted one last look at his lord's face before he died. West Marshal's avatar arrived before him, his eyes rimmed with red. "Pang Jin! Pang Jin!" Pang Jin struggled to raise his head. He wanted to see West Marshal one last time. However, he had only lifted it halfway when his strength failed him. His head dropped heavily to the ground. A mighty Ninth-Revolution...