This is a quite sizable camp, with numerous mercenaries and soldiers in Beiqing armor resting on site.
Among them, there were Martial Artists, Alchemists, and even some mercenary troops.
At this moment, each of their faces was marked by greed and excitement; their Weapons still had traces of blood.
On the ground, bodies of fifth-sixth grade Spiritual Beasts were scattered messily.
Aguduo's pupils sharply constricted; on the fire rack, a Spiritual Beast was placed, although it had been skinned, Aguduo recognized it at a glance.
It was Huahua, the iron-spotted mother leopard that had raised him since he was a child!
Tears fell like a spring, Aguduo's eyes turned red with rage, his hands clenched tightly into fists, his body uncontrollably arched, wanting to storm into the camp and fight those people to the death.
Suddenly, a hand covered Aguduo's mouth, forcefully pulling him back.
Aguduo angrily turned his head, trying to break free, but found that the person was Ye Lingyue.
