Hearing Zheng Xinglong’s order, the soldier stopped in his tracks. His comrades by his side also reacted in time.
“Pa!”
Taking the first step, he took down his rifle, preventing it from angering the giant White Wolf again.
“Ta, ta, ta.”
At the same time, a figure descended from the sky. It was Zhang Daoling who had rushed over after hearing the sound.
He clenched his fists tightly and retracted the air currents. He was in a ready-to-attack state as he stood guard in front of the six soldiers.
It was only at this moment that Zheng Xinglong, Yu Zhenglin, Leng Zhen, and the others finally arrived.
Looking at the giant White Wolf in front of him, Zheng Xinglong’s heart was filled with many doubts.
What was the other party’s purpose in coming here?
How did they know where their camp was?
Why didn’t they make an offensive stance and instead looked at them with interest?
