Huangpu Ming was holding an embroidered fan and fanning it gently.
Behind him, the two quasi-god experts, Dracula and Cao Tu, also raised their heads and puffed out their chests like soldiers who had returned from a great victory.
Of course, that was the truth.
In the four districts, other than the eastern district, which was the first to repel the enemy and even went to the south to reinforcement them, the western district had relied on itself to repel the enemy.
This was something that Chu Feng had just found out.
It seemed that this Huangpu Ming had contributed a lot. He was valued by the golden-armored commander.
As for the last northern city area, it was almost breached. However, at the last moment, for some reason, the other party's army retreated, allowing them to escape.
Just look at Qiu Qianseng and the others defending the north. All of them were still injured and looked extremely miserable.
