"Huh?" Lou was startled, snapped awake, turned to Ji You, and asked, "What do you mean by that?"
Forgive him for not being some endlessly scheming genius—Lou honestly couldn't figure out, for the moment, how Sheng Qingyan was supposed to break the deadlock right now.
Yue Qiguang was pressing forward layer by layer, solid and steady, advancing step by step, already about to take down the entire 8th Camp, while Sheng Qingyan still hadn't done a damn thing over there.
He was just like a salted fish.
No!
Even a salted fish is better than him. At least a salted fish is salty—you can eat it with rice.
This salted fish Sheng Qingyan was basically a walking disaster.
The entire 8th Camp had practically lost more than half its territory because of his inaction; even his Commander Base was about to become meat in someone else's mouth.
And like this—
What's he gonna do?
