Mermaid Tears

Zhao Feng reorganized his troops since he lost so many in the fight just now.

The total number of his forces had fallen under a thousand, but Zhao Feng wasn’t very concerned about that, so he wasn’t in a rush to replenish them.

The deeper he went in the Purple Smoke Lake, the more powerful beasts he would face.

“The next step is to head toward the Mermaid Kingdom. No matter how many troops I have, it won’t be enough to fight against the Mermaid Kingdom, so I can only choose the path of elites.”

Zhao Feng’s expression was calm.

Instead of increasing the number of his troops, he replenished his army with stronger beasts.

Zhao Feng wanted to contain his troops within three to five hundred or even less. The more troops he had, the more likely it was he would raise the attention of the Mermaid Kingdom’s upper echelon.

Just as Zhao Feng was slowly progressing:

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The sound of urgent footsteps came from behind.

“Junior Martial Brother Zhao!”