Zhang Ziliang's Shadow

"How is the overall situation of the Heaven Group now?"

After emptying his storage space, Wang Ye leaned against the piles of blue bricks, caught his breath, took off his shirt, and treated the wounds on his body.

Zhao Hai shook his head. "Not good."

"Shangjing City has seen several major battles, and the energy fluctuations have been intense. The surrounding ghosts don't dare cause trouble there."

"Ghost Gate Pass has entered the Seal God Formation and has already become an empty city, so there's no issue there either."

"But the remaining nine cities..."

Zhao Hai gazed into the distance. "The fighting has been brutal. After all, the Heaven Group's real opponents are the ghosts in the Wasteland."

Wang Ye nodded. He could more or less guess this situation.

"Do you need me to step in?"

"I can at least hold two cities. If I risk my life, three!"

Wang Ye spoke after thinking for a moment.

He had already stripped away most of Heaven's outer perimeter. There were too many people sleeping in the inner circle; trying to tear down buildings without making a sound would be far too difficult.

It could be said that aside from Great Emperor of the North Pole's storage container, Heaven no longer held much value for Wang Ye.

Yet Zhao Hai decisively shook his head, his expression somewhat cold.

"No need."

"Although I haven't taken over the Heaven Group for long, I have already read through all the records of its development."

"The Heaven Group is a group of ordinary people who fought their way through for their faith and for protection!"

"You can provide them with supplies and raise their strength. They may be weak, but they are fearless in the face of death."

"Bloodlust is the foundation upon which the Heaven