"What...what about them?"
"Oh, they've all gone back. They came out for some night training and returned to camp early. They should be near the military garrison by now. It's just you and me left here."
Xiong Lie was speechless. This was a series of nested traps.
Xue Three yawned and said, "Kid, if you're trying to play mind games, you've picked the wrong person."
Why were the devil kings so easily crushed in the past? They were simply too weak—their factions lacked power, and their individual strength was insufficient. Moreover, the opponents they faced operated on a much higher level. Now, with their own side holding the advantage in strength, their talent for scheming and planning naturally came to the fore.
Suddenly, Xiong Lie thrust his left arm forward, revealing a concealed crossbow.
SWOOSH!
It all happened in a flash. Xue Three threw himself backward, landing flat on his back on the ground, his legs kicking out.
