Whoosh......
His perception wasn't wrong.
The big iron gate before the Main Zone was the last barrier of the Beehive. Chen Yingba wouldn't let him break through it so easily.
He stood behind the gap in the iron gate, holding a big knife, watching the Zhaoyang forces continuously arriving in the number one passageway beyond the gate. His eyes grew colder, with a hint of fear.
"Four hundred... five hundred... six hundred... eight hundred, how can there be so many people? Isn't Zhaoyang fighting with Long Mountain? How can they spare so many Earth-digging Realm warriors? This... this is impossible!"
The vision of those at the Cold Resistance Level far surpasses that of ordinary people.
Chen Yingba could instantly determine the number of people outside the door, and upon realizing that there were over eight hundred from Zhaoyang, his pupils filled with shock.
This was after they had killed more than three hundred of them.
