At a corner of the swamp where more than ten dispirited warriors were scattered, but all were focusing on Shi Yan.
Mo Fou's cold eyes suddenly had a beam of electricity. "If you can observe the surroundings, I think we can take the upper hand when fighting Mia and Phelps."
Shang Ying Yue was the one who understood Shi Yan's value the most. Seeing him appear out of nowhere, she exhaled in relief.
Lately, they'd been bearing a lot of pressure from Mia, Phelps, and the Bai family's warriors. They had to live in fear. After a few days, they would receive bad news or lose their friends.
Shang Ying Yue used to insist on finding Shi Yan.
She wanted to use Shi Yan's sensibility to assist people and help them out of danger. No one understood Shi Yan's value more than her.
