There was not enough staff on the city wall, and even his four silver warriors could not be found out.

"Let the people below persevere for a while, and I will rush over as soon as possible!"

Zhao Xiangyang's resolute eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the gray fog.

Among the army of ghosts under the city, there are seven powerful silver-level ghosts.

This is also the reason why he cannot escape.

Otherwise, once these silver-level ghosts climb onto the wall, the consequences will be unimaginable.

"You go down first and get in touch with the South District as soon as possible, and find a way to contact people in the West District..."

Faced with the death of attacks from front and back, Zhao Xiangyang was still calm and made arrangements quickly.

"OK."

The young man nodded and immediately turned around and ran down the city.

But within two minutes, he ran up again and said to Zhao Xiangyang with a happy expression: "I just got in touch with the director of the Thunder Martial Arts Hall. He led a team of bronze masters to us!"

"Is Lei Lie? That mother-in-law's man is finally here!"

Zhao Xiangyang's mouth curled up, and his heart was extremely excited.

This place is basically equivalent to a dead place, but there are always people who know that there is a tiger on the mountain and go to the tiger mountain.
Chapter completed!