Is it holding on? Is it a breakthrough? Is it arriving? Or is it a step too late...
No one can be still.
At the same moment, Lizhou City was the closest city to Wangtianya Capital.
"King, there seems to be a phoenix flying in the direction of the capital, leading the red fox and sparrow towards the southern checkpoint." In the lord's palace of Lizhou City, Yan Fei frowned.
Their Lizhou was only a thousand miles away from Kyoto, so together with Luan Feng Feipeng, the intelligence personnel in the middle distance immediately passed on the news.
But the news came earlier than the southern checkpoint thousands of miles away.
"Red fox sparrow?" Yun Shitian's face moved slightly when he heard this, and he raised his head.
"Yes, I'm afraid it's Feng Chengguo's poison-tailed wasp." Yan Fei nodded and said solemnly.
Yun Shitian stood up slowly upon hearing the sound, with his hands behind his back, his expression surprisingly cold as he stepped forward: "Luanfeng Feipeng and Red Fox Chanque are of different races.
Unless absolutely necessary, Luan Feng Feipeng will never be dispatched to take the red fox chaffinch away."
A low voice lingered in the room. Yun Shitian's eyes suddenly sank, and he clenched his fists with his fingers: "There is something wrong with the southern level."
Yan Fei realized it in an instant, and his expression suddenly changed.
Luanfeng Feipeng and Red Fox Chanque are not compatible and cannot get along at all.
At this time, it was Luan Feng who took him there. This must have been a coercive method to gain time.
Take time, go to the southern checkpoint...
"Send the order to return to Beijing and be ready to open the final level of Shacheng at any time." Yun Shitian's voice was as cold as ice, and his body was as sharp as ice.
Shacheng, after the southern checkpoint is broken, is close to the last barrier of Kyoto.
But this barrier is by no means as strong as the southern checkpoint. This is to prepare for the outcome of the southern checkpoint being breached.
"Yes." Yan Fei pondered for a moment, turned around and left quickly.
The night wind was cold and whistling, bringing with it an endless chilling feeling.
The wind is blowing across the world, and tonight, murderous intent is raging.
The land of the small country of Film.
Feng Chengguo's dense reserve team was escorting hundreds of thousands of poison-tailed bees approaching the checkpoint south of Wangtianya.
The rich darkness of night rendered the long black queue even more endless.
"General, fifty miles ahead is the southern checkpoint of Wangtianya."