Liu Dazhuang's patrol team had lost a third of its members in that battle, and had essentially lost the ability to keep fighting. Not only were they short on men, but, more importantly, they had only a handful of Booming Sky Thunders left. They could no longer continue patrolling, so the team behind them had to take over early while they returned to recover.
"Jiang Xinyao, tell me. What else have you been hiding from me?" Su Qianai didn't lower her head. She merely gritted her teeth and forced the words out one by one, enduring the pain in her chest.
Believe it or not, Lan'er was actually a little afraid of him. He had signed a Dragon Knight contract with Xingchen, so whenever Xingchen summoned him, he could be called over at any moment. Even if he was in the middle of getting it on with a female dragon, he'd still be summoned right away.
The great formation was being sustained by Fan Valley's disciples. With a third of them down, a third of the beams disappeared, weakening the formation covering the training grounds and dimming its silvery light.
Beaming from ear to ear, Yibola handed the wager over to Xingchen. He'd truly seen something remarkable this time. These days, you really did see all sorts of strange things—a Level One mercenary group had defeated a Level Five mercenary group without breaking a sweat.
On the road, Li Deyang, who had recently become Modu's right-hand man, began figuring out how to deal with this predicament. His face was as grim as Modu's. He had already received word that the Qin Kingdom's reinforcements were still hundreds of miles away. They were slower and farther behind than the Xiongnu army. What were they supposed to do?
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