The wind howled.
The flags fluttered.
Two troops faced each other on the mountaintop.
"Divine Machine Camp!"
"Jiaolong Camp!"
The Jiaolong Camp, led by Zhou Dahu, and the Divine Machine Camp, led by Jiaolong, had finally met.
"Captain, Monkey and the others haven't arrived yet," Leopard whispered to Jiaolong.
Jiaolong nodded. "They probably won't be able to make it."
The moment he saw the men from Jiaolong Camp, Jiaolong understood. The Jiaolong Camp had already made their move, trapping the rest of the Divine Machine Camp members on the path.
Their objective was simple: deal with his group first, seize the flag, and then go after the rest.
Divide and conquer. That was the Jiaolong Camp's goal.
"So what do we do next?" Leopard asked, a hint of worry in his voice.
Because the members of Jiaolong Camp were not to be underestimated. Naturally, a unit personally trained by Grandmaster Wang Ye wouldn't be filled with ordinary characters.
