Divine Duel Country.
Anqiu.
Mid-mountain.
A fierce battle was unfolding.
"Damn it!" Gudong was dodging left and right, in a dire predicament.
"How did Shuanglian smuggle these two Golden Level Snow Elements up to Anqiu?" Gudong couldn't answer this question.
If it weren't for the increasingly obvious movements of the Snow Elements climbing the mountain, Gudong wouldn't have discovered them.
"If it weren't for the upcoming National Ceremony, which greatly reduced the forces allocated here, the current crisis wouldn't have happened!"
Gudong fought hard, completely on the back foot.
Fortunately, he had already called for reinforcements; now it was just a matter of when Mei Lin and the others would arrive.
"Before that happens, I must hold the line and defend this last barrier."
Gudong knew: At the top of Anqiu stood the tombstones, the graves of duelists. The names on them held extremely important information.
