Fight Chaoli (Seven) [Monthly Tickets Requested]

In the blink of an eye, the situation reversed again and again.

Everyone's suspended heart bobbed up and down, unable to settle.

Someone muttered a question.

"Where did Number Two go?"

Gu Ren clenched the fist hidden in his sleeve, suppressing the urge to rush over and find that phantom figure. It was obvious that the phantom figure, dressed suspiciously like the High Priest of the Gongxi Clan, had countless ties to Shen Tang. Finding Shen Tang was equivalent to grasping the clue.

He forced himself back into his seat and answered casually, "Look at Lord Shen's current appearance. Does she look like someone of sound mind? If her mind is like a child's, then it's perfectly normal for her not to be able to count."

The Alliance Army: "..."

Could Lord Shen truly not count?

Or was she deliberately playing Jiang Ao for a fool?

Gu Ren emphasized his tone and countered, "Otherwise?"

With a child's temperament, what bad intentions could she have?

Wu Xian also let out a long sigh of relief.

If Jiang Ao's attack had truly landed, it would not have killed them, but the Alliance Army would inevitably have ended up battered and humiliated, with their morale badly shaken. Winning this battle would have become even harder. Shen Tang's appearance and grievous injuries had been beyond his expectations, but her astonishing performance afterward had surpassed them even further. At the same time, he finally understood what Qin Li had truly been wary of—his younger brother Shen had grown strong enough to spread his wings!

Shen Tang paid no attention to the Alliance Army's little thoughts.

She and Jiang Ao had started playing a game of cat and mouse on the battlefield.

One-sidedly—

He ran, she chased, and he had nowhere to flee.

Nowhere to flee