"Uncle, look! Our two teams have merged." Lu Fan extended his right hand toward Tang Zheng, and the virtual screen displayed an increase in the Warhammer Team's members.
"Silver is such a pain; even at this critical moment, they won't bother to do us a favor," Jiang Xiuming cursed under his breath. If the teams split up, only temporary team names and numbers of members would be visible, making it impossible to locate allies.
If not for Tang Zheng taking action, Jiang Xiuming wouldn't have even known they were there. Seeing the group leader present now, he was able to breathe a deep sigh of relief.
The former group leader and fearless Third-order elite hadn't yet realized that he'd begun to acknowledge Tang Zheng's capabilities, subconsciously treating him as the backbone of the group.
Yu Deye spotted the Conquerors, led by Ma Tianyuan, charging up the altar and engaging the dark Maitreya. Taking advantage of the chaos, he activated his Shooting faction abilities.
