"Broadsword, close-fitting black clothes, could it be Yuwen Hu? It must be him. Jing Xian has been annexed by Great Xia, Yuwen Hu is certainly in Great Xia too. This means that at present, those targeting the Hive are not just Zhaoyang, but also Great Xia..."
At this moment, the Zhaoyang forces, with momentum like a rainbow, had already pushed the battlefield to the buildings in the center of the Hive Main Zone, about four to five hundred meters from the iron gate.
The ongoing fiery spirit suggests a pursuit of victory.
Yet Hou Ming suddenly shuddered all over, abruptly waking up as if from a trance, shouting fiercely at the Zhaoyang crowd: "Stop advancing, everyone retreat to the iron gate, hold it, quick, quick, quick!!!"
His voice carried a hint of urgency and panic, not only the three Cold Resistance Levels, Hou Bing, Hou Ying, and Wu Tianxing, were puzzled, but also the Earth-digging Realm troops, engaged in battle, displayed looks of confusion.
