"Help!"
This was the last message sent back by the advance team.
Zhao Tian stood on the city tower with a livid expression. And standing in front of him was the Great General. He did not expect that the command center that had just been established would be immediately disbanded in less than two hours.
Just now, he and his brothers had wanted to snatch the power back from the City Lord. But now, all their thoughts are gone. He could not figure out what had happened.
The Great General might have thought of other things, but if it wasn't for the hundreds of thousands of people in Rong City, why would he spend so much effort? His face was pale. He kept asking himself if everything he had done was worth it.
"Have you summoned back all the people outside?"
Ye Qiluo walked out of the main hall. She was wrapped in silver armor and looked heroic and aggressive.