In a cave on the mountainside of the Western Battlefield,
"Another puppet lost. Now we have only one puppet left." He sighed.
Qin Feng, who was nearby practicing the piano, opened his eyes and said, "Beautiful woman, you lost a puppet, didn't you gain anything?"
"No." Ji Ziya shook her head helplessly.
In an instant, Qin Feng had already spent eight months in Purgatory and two months on the western frontline. Yet still had only one contribution.
Here, the enemy's sky would be much more frequent than the Eastern Battlefield, but also not so easily eliminated. What they discovered were all invincible enemies.
They either moved alone or were powerful or highly alert.
Or three to five would form an alliance. Qin Feng and Ji Ziya could take down one if they acted, but the others were enough for Qin Feng and Ji Ziya to flee.
