"Damn, damn, damn, fuck those Yangshan bastards. I swear I won't be a human if I don't avenge this!"
In the military camp, Ge Liangen cursed openly.
He limped, using his spiritual telekinesis to try and suppress the terrifying cold inside him.
But no matter how strong his telekinesis was, he couldn't expel the cold.
For a moment, his hatred for Zhao Kai deepened.
Zhang Dazhi said solemnly, "Stop talking, your situation isn't good right now. Go back quickly and find someone with a fire attribute. See if they can figure out a way to expel the cold."
"Also, we need to report the situation on the Yangshan side to Guangfu as soon as possible."
"Are we really retreating?" Ge Liangen asked with a frown.
"What else can we do? The other side clearly wants to drive us away."
Ge Liangen said, "But we were ordered from above to take root here."
"We're just going back quietly like this, we're bound to be reprimanded."
