A flicker of shock and doubt crossed Lu Yuanliang's face, but he soon let it go.
Before long, the cries of killing outside the boat died down.
Two figures came to the main boat and cupped their hands to the two of them. "Sacred Lord Lu, a batch of puppet men surged in from outside just now. We have already dealt with all of them."
"How are the casualties?"
"Uh... aside from giving us a fright, there are no casualties to speak of!" Even as the man said it himself, he almost failed to keep a straight face.
"Hahaha... I was wondering what sort of thing it was. Those soft-boned lot from the Heavenly Profound Continent don't dare face us head-on, so they only know how to pull these tricks of deceiving themselves and others."
Zhong Yue pinched his fingers and calculated for a while, then his brows locked tightly.
He actually could not calculate the pattern of fortune or peril ahead!
It was as if the heavenly secrets had been covered up!
Strange indeed!!
Once such a situation appeared, it meant there would be a great variable, and they had no choice but to be cautious.
In everyone's eyes, that mob of rabble from the Heavenly Profound Continent seemed to have united together, but each of them harbored ghosts in their hearts. You expected him to put in effort, while he expected you to put in effort first.
In the end, they were nothing but a ramshackle troupe!
There was no threat to speak of.
"Sacred Lord Lu, this matter must not be underestimated. Now that we have gone deep into the Western Wasteland, we only have a terrain cloud map from three years ago. Those puppets are very likely a probe against us."
"We still must not be