"I'm really sorry." The little fox stood up as well.
Liu Zhenhan didn't move, playing with the Wolf Fang Club in his hand. The pandas behind him drew their gleaming spears from their backs and slowly approached.
Twenty panda warriors standing together were terrifying, their bodies stronger than the Pier bear clans, exuding a formidable sense of invasion.
The members of the squad felt an anomaly. There was a flash of timidity in their eyes, but they didn't hesitate in the slightest. They all urged their mounts to slowly surround them, their strong hands also resting on their knife hilts.
The Wolf Riders all knew in their hearts that perhaps just one of the panda warriors could wipe them out, but they didn't back down either.
Between the two armies, it was all about momentum. The Panta warriors looked like ferocious bears surveying naked beehives.
The Mastiff people also came up, each growling low in their throats with sharp eyes.
