At this moment, Master An was completely devoid of his usual calm demeanor; his face was as white as a sheet of paper. Losing eleven strongholds consecutively and killing five to six thousand people, yet the other side, over forty in number, left not a single body behind, caused Master An to be filled with terror!
However, this was merely the beginning!
Another two hours later, the phone rang again, and the twelfth stronghold had already been wiped out!
Upon hearing that the opponent still left no bodies, the teacups in Master An and Qiu Tao's hands fell to the ground, shattering into pieces, as cold sweat dripped down their foreheads!
Another hour and a half passed, and news came from the thirteenth stronghold; it too was no more!
Master An finally heard that there were bodies on the opponent's side, which immediately made him tremble and stand up from his seat:
"Damn it! Damn it! Hurry! Tell the brothers at those strongholds to retreat! All retreat! Avoid those bastards!"
