When Meng Fusheng saw that the two mountain peaks flanking the entrance of the Free Valley had been blown to smithereens, he narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Boss, what do we do now?"
Meng Fusheng calmed himself. He looked through the flying dust at the army of the Kingdom of the Sacred Dragon. At that moment, the army from the Kingdom of the Sacred Dragon was advancing again, and there was nowhere to hide. Meng Fusheng and the others would be hard pressed to prevent their attack.
"Allow them to enter the valley." Meng Fusheng's eyes flashed and his lips curved into a faint, icy smile.
What was the Kingdom of the Sacred Dragon to them?
If they dared to enter the Free Valley, they would not return!
Meng Fusheng immediately led the members of the Blood Tribe to retreat to the Free Valley. The army from the Kingdom of the Sacred Dragon did not seem to detect any of this.
