Chapter Eighteen: The Counterattack of the Underdogs_2

Gu Han carefully sensed the message from the Peeper of Prophecy, and eventually, he addressed Wenren Yuanwu with these words.

"Then we wait."

Cloaked in red, Wenren Yuanwu with drooping eyelids, spoke indifferently, "Wait until there's no more movement from the Corpse Protector's Peeper of Prophecy before making a move."

The Corpse Monk and Bone Taoist, not understanding the situation, exchanged glances, and then they too quietly contemplated, observing their breath.

Down below, the battlefield slaughter continued, the bounty guild's elites clad in superior spiritual armor facing the Tang Clan Martial Ancestors poisoned steeply, the advantage was naturally quite evident.

Battalions advancing in formation pressured the Tang Clan headquarters tremendously, any discerning person could see the Tang Clan had no means to spare the strength to protect their formation.