"They're charging out! Xing Lingfeng, what do we do?"
Fei Yue put down the telescope and wiped the sweat off his forehead.
He looked around at the survivors, and each person's face had a different expression.
Some were solemn, others panicked, hesitant, or confused.
These survivors, hastily gathered from various shelters, were led here by their leaders to join the large force of Xing Lingfeng, Fei Yue, and Liu Kai. Yet they remained a scattered group, although if each fought on their own, their battle strength would be decent.
But gathered together, their strength became unstable, even on the verge of dissipating.
These 312 people were the maximum force they could muster, but could this force overwhelm the nearly five hundred in the opposing group, which was more than their previous estimate?
Their opponent covets Lin Yue's vast supplies, banding together like wolves.
