Hearing Chen Changsheng's words, Wang Hao curled his lip. "You won't even let me have a little fun. What a miser."
"So what now? Do we turn up the pressure on them according to the original plan?"
"Not yet. There are some things they still seem not to have figured out. We need to take it slow."
"Put this attack on hold. The next attack will be a month from now."
"If they still can't figure it out, I'll beat them until they do."
With that, Chen Changsheng took the initiative to end the call.
Looking at the communicator in his hand and the sand table before him, Wang Hao's lips curled upward. "I'll let you off this time. A month from now, I'll keep playing with you."
Outside the fortress.
Whoosh!
As if they had received some command, all the puppets paused for a moment, then withdrew from the battlefield in orderly fashion.
Faced with this, the cultivator army naturally gave chase.
Yet after pursuing them for three thousand li, they too received orders to withdraw.
And so, the cultivator army returned in "great victory."
Geng Jin World.
Smack!
After arranging for the army to camp and rest, Little Wood's legs gave out, and he collapsed directly to the ground.
Miao Shi wanted to step forward and check on him, but before he could take two steps, he too fell to the ground.
The two lay quietly on the blood-soaked earth, their chests rising and falling rhythmically.
Whoosh!
"Little Wood," who had been lying on the ground, suddenly stood up.
He walked over to Miao Shi, patted his face, and said, "You can't lie down at a time like this. If you do, you might never get back up."
Looking at Chen Changsheng's familiar face, Miao Shi