Just then, a series of slightly chaotic footsteps came from the edge of the ruins, breaking the deathly silence. “Someone’s here?!” A-Long immediately tensed, barking out a low warning. The remaining guards swiftly gathered and shielded Margaret. Dustin also lifted his gaze slightly. His spiritual sense flowed out like liquid mercury, sweeping across the surroundings before settling again. It seemed he had already noticed. A group of people carefully walked out from between drifting smoke and fallen giant pillars. The three leading the group were none other than the three princes who had been separated on the island earlier— Li Wenxing, Li Guanglong, and Li Juntang ! The soldiers behind them had been reduced in number, and those who remained were all injured, their clothes torn, their faces exhausted. Clearly, they had encountered many dangers on their way. The three princes looked extremely bedraggled—robes ripped, hair crowns askew, faces smeared with dust and blood. They had fo...