Hum!
The Taiqing Flying Sword vibrated in front of Jiang Ding, very displeased.
"Another one trying to scare me."
Jiang Ding snorted lightly.
Concealing his figure, he had no trouble catching up to Xia Houding and the others ahead, who were still clustered together, making their way toward the direction of Jin Lingfeng's Third Army Group...
"It seems they're not convinced... perfect."
Jiang Ding watched their movements from the corner of his eye.
Linking with Jin Chengkong's First Group Army.
"Your Excellency, the Commander-in-Chief!"
Jin Chengkong saluted, his face alight with joy.
Their first victory in many years had brought tremendous encouragement to the entire Group Army.
"I need reinforcements. Assuming the West Desert Boundary Formation has its basic defensive power, how many troops can you give me?"
Jiang Ding inquired.
"All of them!"
