But fortunately, we repelled the enemy.
Shen Tianfang, who had taken off half of his mask, looked much older, with many more white hairs on his head.
"We blocked them today, but what about tomorrow?" Shen Tianfang sighed long and disappeared unsteadily into the night.
In the distance, a pair of cold eyes had been observing the situation on the battlefield. After everyone left, he also left.
...
In the evening, Ye Chenfeng received a call from the God of Killing, the leader of the Ghost Mercenaries.
"What's going on with the God of Killing?" That was the first thought that popped into Ye Chenfeng's mind.
"Miss Shen's father went out tonight and had a big fight with a master."
Ye Chenfeng quickly asked, "How's Uncle Shen?"
"He's fine. He managed to escape in the end. But Divine King, do you know who the master was?" The God of Killing rarely asked with a chuckle.
