With a great enemy at hand, the Guandong Army gathered all its strength, making the same choice as the Shaohai Army.
Xiang Ying hung his dead-fish eyes and looked coldly at Lin Shiwei: "What about you? A dozen layers?"
Lin Shiwei's squad had nine people in total, and with Liu Junlong who fled back, that made ten layers of Killing Sand Man.
But there were also three Ancient Desolate Generals, and three Ancient Wild Horses, all of whom had given their lives to Lin Shiwei.
If you count one life as one layer, Lin Shiwei had at least sixteen layers of Killing Sand Man.
16+13.
29 layers of Killing Sand Man—was that enough to break through Xiang Qi's defense?
No one knew.
Lin Shiwei only knew: the more layers of Killing Sand Man, the better!
Du Yu suddenly spoke: "Is our alliance still on?"
Xiang Ying: "If you give me your sand, Guandong's glory can count your Shaohai Army in."
"Mhm." Du Yu nodded in agreement.
