"This... can't be, right?"
Declan Marsh found it hard to believe.
"Don't forget, she launched a surprise attack. Similarly, if the Emperor's warlords were to ambush, capturing a few of your Black Pine League's royal uncles shouldn't be difficult. Once they control them, the Black Pine League would be within easy reach."
Julius Reed raised his hand, looked towards the end of the forest, and said, "Set up camp right here, wait until dawn to figure things out, then proceed further."
With this order, the worried martial artists felt like it was New Year's, happily rushing to find their tents.
If things were as Dorian Cook had said, ahead lay the Asura Hell!
Whoever went would die!
They weren't foolish; they still wanted to live.
"West Tower, you see the situation, we can't be of much help here, if by any chance..." A Great Grandmaster edged up to Julius Reed, smiling awkwardly, "Otherwise, should we wait? Or ask Han Caldwell for some reinforcements?"
