The Dragon Group immediately took action, with a large group heading towards Yanjiao Mountain.
Meanwhile, Ren Feng's face was extremely grim. Purple Thorn was indeed insidious—a mere bait intended solely to kill him.
If not for his years of crisis instincts, he might have perished here this time.
At that moment, his phone rang.
"My dear Feng, I didn't expect your skills to remain so agile," came Purple Thorn's mocking voice.
Ren Feng didn't reply. When he dashed out of the factory, he had already judged that the opponent was on the mountaintop!
"However, if you just died like this, the game wouldn't be fun anymore," Purple Thorn said coldly, with a bloodthirsty chill in his eyes. "Next, there are two more stages. Your power as the King of Mercenaries is strong, but let's see how fast you are."
