Next to him, Chen Yingyuan couldn't help but speak. His injuries were no lighter than Xia Chuan's, and his movements were similarly sluggish.
"The seedlings of Long Mountain, no matter how good, are of no use to us. They killed more than two thousand of our brothers underground, and now it's considered payback. No grievance!"
A hint of coldness flashed in Xia Chuan's eyes, then he turned his gaze away from the blazing fire, looking at the row of people standing behind him, his face full of joy.
On Snow Hill, not only the three of them, but almost all of the Cold Resistance Level operatives from Great Xia's Hive were present, and the four who had just started the fire, including Bai Wuting, were also there.
"The last assets of Long Mountain have been completely wiped out in one swoop. You four have made a great contribution. When I meet with the leader, I will certainly commend you."
"Thank you, Minister!"
