Seeing the increasing number of enemies outside, Ling Feng and the others felt a bit uneasy. Although the angels guarding the base had used a secret technique to inform Camille of the situation, Camille was in Flying Cloud City and couldn't possibly arrive in time.
Distant water can't quench a nearby thirst, so Ling Feng and the others could only rely on themselves for salvation now.
"If we defend with all our might, how long can we hold out?" Ling Feng asked.
The commander of the stationed angel army frowned slightly. He didn't have much of a favorable impression of Ling Feng. After all, Ling Feng's strength was too low, only at the Mid Divine Realm. In battle, such strength is akin to cannon fodder.
However, he also knew Ling Feng's identity wasn't so simple. Otherwise, Lord Camille wouldn't treat him with such respect. But even so, he disliked Ling Feng's probing behavior.
