"Hmph, what's wrong with seven? You're only twelve, Hei Xiong, how much better do you think you are than me?" The leader of the Black-armored Gods on Xu Nian's side immediately responded coldly.
Clearly, he did not get along with this guy named Hei Xiong.
"That's still more than you. After the last battle, your Vermilion Bird Camp was already short on people, and you've been getting less from the Ascension Pools these days. If this continues, won't your Vermilion Bird Camp end up with no one?" The burly guy known as Hei Xiong laughed loudly.
The two Black-armored Gods behind him also wore mocking expressions.
"Hmph, it's not your place to worry. If you're so capable, why don't you compete with the Azure Dragon and White Tiger Camps." Li Tie said angrily, his face darkening.
Hei Xiong snorted: "As long as our Xuanwu Camp suppresses your Vermilion Bird Camp, that's enough."
After speaking, he arrogantly left with more than a dozen people behind him.
