"Boom, boom, boom…"
The roar of the engine broke the silence of the city.
Chen Yiming led the convoy to the north of Linghuai City.
Chen Yiming and Fang Hongkun stood on a small hill by the roadside and waited for the transport team to return with the metal canisters filled with fuel.
A gust of wind blew past.
"Why is there a strong smell of blood? What exactly happened in Linghuai City?" Fang Hongkun looked toward the city and asked solemnly.
Chen Yiming didn't think much of it and said calmly, "Linghuai City has been occupied by four factions from the wilderness. They intended to empty the entire city of their remaining resources. I had a conflict with them just now."
"Are they the Hong clan, the World Destruction Sect, the Blood Sea Fort, and the Brotherhood Alliance?" Fang Hongkun's expression changed as he asked.
"What about it?" Chen Yiming asked in surprise.