"That's right!"
Xu Yang nodded slightly, then swiftly looked at Yang Ziye: "Miss Yang, I am about to break through. Please go scout the rear and be ready!"
"The Barbarian Race has already lost four people!"
The Barbarian Race, four have fallen!
Daqian, together with Men Xiaorou, has lost three!
Daqian is temporarily in the lead!
Yang Ziye's expression grew grave. Being temporarily in the lead meant nothing.
Zhou Tai's death left everyone uneasy!
The Barbarian Race, now down four, is already on the brink of danger!
But if Daqian loses one more, it's the same!
Each side has nine. Whichever side drops to just four left first, is eliminated.
Even though they didn't know if victory would really allow them to reclaim the Northern Territory and Leizhou, Zheng Xuan was here in person; with such a commotion, it was unlikely to be a joke!
This meant everything to them all!
Yang Ziye nodded slightly, waved to her followers, and quickly darted to one side.
