"Are you looking for me?"
Xiao Yi transformed into Zheng Li's appearance, with a playful smile on his face, and asked.
Buzz!
Zheng Xiaoyu's face suddenly changed.
Looking at Xiao Yi, who had already changed back to his original appearance, with disbelief: "You're not Zheng Li? That's impossible, how could the art of transformation deceive us?"
Xue Qinghe's face turned slightly pale.
He knew he was finished.
The two divisions, Seven Kill and Po Jun, a total of one million elite troops.
Were slaughtered overnight.
And all this...
Was due to their own negligence.
If yesterday Xiao Yi, disguised as Zheng Li, had returned, and they had sent scouts to Dragon Head Mountain for a detailed investigation, they would surely have discovered some clues.
If they hadn't underestimated Xiao Yi last night and held that victory feast.
Xiao Yi and his men wouldn't have been able to easily slaughter a million elite troops.
But now...
It's all too late.
Regret is useless!
