C2037 Gu Qianjun

"Bastard, what is going on?"

Inside the camp's cave, Yan Liujiang's face was as dark as a drop of water as he ruthlessly crushed the sound transmission jade slip.

"Brother Yan, that is our foundation. If we die, in the future …"

Situ Chengwu hesitated.

"Humph, three peak stage Soul Puppets. If we are all here, we can gather our troops and form a formation