The burning flames, the foul swamp, the shadow shackles exuding ghostly aura...
After being baptized by these attacks, this place had long since become unrecognizable.
Xiaoheizi's roar and the heart-wrenching screams of the goblins being attacked reverberated over the forest.
Thick smoke rose, halting its ascent as the heat dissipated, forming a particularly conspicuous smoke zone floating two to three hundred meters in the air.
This situation naturally did not escape Flying Tiger's sight.
Flying Tiger was at this moment hovering in the air several kilometers away from the Goblin Tribe, with Kangnijiya and the Scorpion-tailed Tiger Squad.
Although there was a considerable commotion in the Goblin Tribe, characteristic of fierce battles.
But as long as no orders came from Zong Shen, they could only remain in place.
Zong Shen naturally couldn't afford to call for help at this time.
