Ji Fu's face was stern, and although he didn't want to admit it, the fact that the Grand Sect of the Blood Lion could push Ghost King Ridge, an established power of Min Mountain, to this extent with just a group of wandering warriors was somewhat beyond his expectations.
Seeing the look in Ji Fu's eyes, Tang Luo leisurely sat back in his chair and chuckled, "Brother Ji, do you have a way to break the situation?"
Without turning his head, Ji Fu casually snapped the blue flag outside Ghost King Ridge, representing the Grand Sect of the Blood Lion, and said indifferently, "The strongest is also the weakest. As long as the Grand Sect of the Blood Lion is dealt with, the crisis of Ghost King Ridge will naturally be resolved."
