"How could this happen?!"
At this moment, Feng Zhiyong saw the scene in front of him, and the shock in his heart had long ravaged his mind like a flood.
He clenched his hands tightly, and a towering rage was reflected in his eyes.
Ghost Assassin, Qi Gong Master, Ironmaster.
No one could have imagined that the situation, which was just nearly victorious, would turn into this state, with three diligent warriors dying so tragically here.
Professionals.
Judging the strength of a force, the quantity and quality of professionals are key. Although the army has excellent physiques, in the temporary thousand-man team formed by Feng Zhiyong, there are only thirteen professionals. The other nine guard two urban districts, while he has the Ghost Assassin and others by his side.
These people are almost like his personal guards, following him in battles everywhere, accumulating countless achievements.
Dead.
