On the road leading to the mountain village, it is now dazzlingly bright, appearing like a glowing long snake in the darkness.
Dozens of military vehicles lined up in a row, slowly approaching the mountain village.
Behind the gate.
Yu Lang's gaze suggested an idea.
With a submachine gun in hand.
Clearly.
He was ready for battle.
The next encounter, a major war, was inevitable.
"No, I must stop them."
Chen Fang couldn't hold back anymore and was about to rush forward but was stopped by Nanda.
She shook her head at Chen Fang and said, "The Klo people have completely lost faith in us Wan Clan. You, an outsider, cannot stop them."
Nunu nodded.
Pointing to the hillside, she anxiously said, "Go—through the back door—"
She was trying to say.
For Chen Fang to leave amidst the chaos.
Of course, Chen Fang would not leave; all the conflict stemmed from him, and besides, Ou Qingxuan was still unconscious; he couldn't take her away nor could he leave her here.
