Tong Mengyan followed Liu Yuexi around and they talked about the territory.
"Thousand Hands race? The race that uses curse seals?"
"That's right, it's them!"
Tong Mengyan nodded and went on, "I've lost many Dreamlore soldiers under my command. Additionally, the Thousand Hands race appears to be targeting the Dark Wall. They attack it daily."
"Your Dreamlore soldiers can't match them?"
Liu Yuexi frowned when she heard Tong Mengyan's words.
She grasped the capabilities of the Dreamlore soldiers under Tong Mengyan. By all logic, they should be on par with the strength of a half-step Transcendent, yet they had suffered significant losses dealing with the Thousand Hands race.
"That's correct. Initially, the Thousand Hands race couldn't match our strength. But for some reason, they began to withstand the assaults of my Dream Spirit soldiers."
Tong Mengyan sighed, a worried expression on her face.
"That shouldn't have happened.."
