"This is already the fifth wave!" Ling Feng and his group hid in a small cave deep within Crying Ghost Valley, watching the figures flash below, he said in a deep voice.
Jiete's injuries had improved, but his expression was grim: "I didn't expect the Blood Howl City Master to mobilize the entire Blood Howl Camp. He's trying to slowly push us into a dead end!"
Ling Feng lazily said, "So what, if it doesn't work out, we'll just go deeper, won't we?"
"No way!" Jiete quickly said: "This is our limit. We absolutely cannot go any further!"
"Why?" Ling Feng asked.
Jiete gave a bitter smile and said, "Ling Feng, what do you think of the strength of our Blood Howl Camp?"
Ling Feng thought for a moment: "Very good, it includes quite a few experts at the Peak of Divine Realm, although still not as good as Ghost Hand, but not something we can contend with now!"
