Chen He and Chen Fang, who were fighting their opponents to the death, would probably have been furious enough to die if they knew what Jiang Liu was thinking—even if their opponents had not killed them first.
Did he really think everyone was like him, with the help of an auxiliary panel, able to master any cultivation technique or secret realm as soon as it fell into his hands?
Moreover, every time he cultivated, he gained something from it and could improve bit by bit over time.
But no matter how long they cultivated, they could barely see any progress. That was the most frightening part.
It was also what gave Jiang Liu the drive to keep moving forward.
While Chen He was fighting, a whisper suddenly reached his ear.
After thinking for a moment, he withdrew from the battle.
A translucent, glowing stone appeared in his hand.
Looking at the Transmission Stone in his hand, Chen He let out a helpless sigh. Clearly, he was not very willing to call for reinforcements through it.
However, the current situation seemed to have exceeded his previous expectations, and the plan had to be changed.
Therefore, he needed more people to restrain the Control Guards who might come to reinforce them.
Ideally, those people could go straight to attack the Control Guards' headquarters. That way, he could completely deal with everyone here.
After making up his mind, Chen He immediately sent a message through the Transmission Stone.
After the message was sent, more than a dozen powerful auras suddenly appeared behind Chen He and rushed toward them.
Shang Fei, Shang Yu, and Shang Xiang sensed the change and immediately grew anxious.
In a small satellite city not far from Supreme City, some fifty to sixty thousand martial artists lived.
Compared with Supreme