Wisdom of Holy Light slowly extended her hand, her slender fingers reaching forward as though she had grasped something...
A system notification appeared before Cao Xing.
Ding! Recruitment successful! Wisdom of Holy Light, Lv. 230, Lower God Tier, has joined your territory! Territory Population: 100! Territory Prosperity: 50000! Human Race Fortune Value: 50000!
Although the Jianlu camp in the distance held more than thirty thousand men, it was almost completely silent. It seemed that every Jianlu soldier had already drifted into slumber.
Outside the detention center, the superintendent from the National Intelligence Department watched the noisy cell with a cold sneer. Over the past year, the government had yielded to these local gangs step by step, until it had raised them into a bunch of people who feared neither heaven nor earth.
The four of them believed they could rely on the magical treasures under their control to kill the man before them. Little did they know that this move would ensure that the treasures they had deployed would never return.
After fleeing for some distance, he lay low over his horse's back and turned to look behind him, only to see that his infantry had scattered after he fled, whether or not they had been struck by the charging Ming Army.
The Ming Cult player snorted coldly, suddenly drew his curved blade, pointed it at him, and declared, "Then I won't Ambush you. I'll give you one slash and see whether you can block it!" With that, he strode toward the youth. They were more than ten meters apart, yet the Ming Cult player arrived in an instant. He clearly intended to cut the youth down.
Hearing Anna's question, Shang Heng was considering how to refuse, because the Russian Empire's current mess was basically unsalvageable.
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