Wen Wenhai stood on the thousand swords boat and looked at the small Yin corpse city on the other side of the Jing Wei River. The small city was now full of people. Large spiritual artifacts stopped in the sky above the small city, giving people the feeling that it was a dark cloud pressing down on the city.
However, Wen Wenhai didn't have any reaction. He just turned to the person beside him and said, " "Old Jie, how many of them do you think we can kill this time?"
The person standing beside Wen Wenhai was Jie Yiming. Hearing Wen Wenhai's words, Jie Yiming couldn't help but smile and say, " &Quot; I don't know how many of them we can kill, but I do know that we have to kill more of them. This way, it will be easier for us to move around in the future. &Quot;
