Facing the Death Substitution Talisman that was handed over.
"Tell me the actual situation facing the military camp!"
Braydon Neal lowered his head and looked at the Death Substitution Talisman. He had an ominous feeling in his heart and asked.
Iason Foster said hoarsely, "In the core battlefield, our race has been defeated. Out of the six medium-sized military camps in the core battlefield, two have been massacred and one has been lost. Now, only three are left holding on, but they won't be able to hold on for long!"
"Even on our side, not only has the Meteor Sea defense been breached, the demons have also broken through the White Cloud River!"
Iason did not hide anything.
The White Cloud River was right in front of the military camp.
In other words, the demons could attack at any time.
Braydon clenched his fists tightly. He had never expected the situation to be so bad.
