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The tent became quiet.
Mei Changqing and Wang Guan were both pondering various contingency plans.
Qin Huan sat to one side, silently waiting for the moment when the big shot would arrive; in the midst of the room, only Wang Ling was continuously trembling, as he could clearly sense that the breath of death was approaching.
Several streaks of light flickered, and several figures emerged from the brightness, none other than the group from Fire Qilin Cave.
The Dry Flame Saint Child and Saint Child Huo Yuan led the way, followed by two Protectors. In fact, they were reluctant to get involved in this matter, but they had no choice as they were currently in the first and second battlefields where the interests of the battlefields were closely tied to their success or failure.