The sky was just getting light.
Chen Feng's figure appeared in front of Xu Hongzhuang's door, surrounded by the Iron Demon Army. As the highest commander of the camp, Xu Hongzhuang enjoyed the best guards' treatment.
These people had just experienced a battle, and even though they were extremely exhausted, they remained loyal, guarding Xu Hongzhuang's door. Their waists were straight, and their demeanor did not waver. The battle did not instill fear in their hearts; instead, the baptism of blood made this group of warriors stronger.
This is a kind of mental transformation.
"Lieutenant Chen, this way please."
A fierce-looking warrior, missing a section of an arm, looked at Chen Feng with respect.
This is an excellent warrior.
