Fan jiquan roared in exasperation, “Call for help? The nearest gust of wind is also a hundred Li away from us. Bai Li’s yellow mud mound has long been lost!
Moreover, there might be the Yan clan attacking from the gust of wind. Why would they send out troops to help us? Cut the crap and hold on for me.”
Although fan jiquan had said so, Fan Mingchuan still sent one of his men to the windbreak to ask for help. He thought to himself that even if the yellow mud mound was lost, he had done all he could. If the windbreak did not send anyone over, the defenders at the windbreak would have to share a part of the responsibility.
At this moment, the nightmare race was only a few hundred feet away from the top of the mountain, and the nightmare race had begun to release their Nightmare Qi.
On one hand, the Alliance army had to prevent the absorption of the Nightmare Qi, and on the other hand, they had to block the attacks of the Nightmare Beasts. They were instantly thrown into a flurry.