Shu Wanjuan's eyes were filled with disappointment.
"Only fifteen rounds?"
"Then wouldn't we definitely lose?!"
Wu Yaoyang shook his head helplessly.
"It's just a pity for Chu Feng. He led us to counterattack time and time again. The more we fought, the braver we became. We were about to catch up to them, but now, this has happened!"
"Sigh… It's fate!"
Bing Yao did not speak, but her clenched fists exposed the indignation in her heart.
At this moment, the overall strength of the Green Emperor's camp had already quickly caught up to the other party.
They were only a few steps away from victory!
Why?!
At this moment, wild laughter and ridicule kept coming from the other side, which was especially ear-piercing.
"Hahaha! Wouldn't the other party be crying now?!"
"In these few rounds of chess, our side has been constantly losing soldiers. We've even lost a few Kings of the Sacred Lands. I thought we had no hope!"
