"Playing games with me?" Xie Dong's eyes turned cold.
Xu Ruoheng gave a faint smile, "Young Master Xie Dong, please don't be annoyed, I'm just following the rules."
"You're just wasting your time," Xie Dong shook his head and turned to leave, "Escaping from Camp Yi doesn't mean you've escaped my grasp."
Xie Tian's injury took everyone in Xue Yan by surprise, but once they left the camp, Xie Tian's complexion gradually returned to normal.
"Boss, are you alright?" Xue Yan was overjoyed, "That's great, as long as the boss isn't hurt, everything else is minor..."
Xie Tian shook his head, "Even if we let it go, Xie Dong won't let us off. His target is the military soul within us."
Everyone's faces turned dark. The stele had been destroyed, they had been driven out of the camp, and they even faced the danger of having their military souls taken. They were angry, but dared not speak out.
