Six hours later, Yao Meng arrived with his warriors. After the battle they fought together, Yao Meng and Ji Hao were good friends now.
Yao Meng left his army hundreds of miles away, then came to meet Ji Hao with a few trustworthy warrior commanders. Seeing the solid fortification upon the whirlpool, he couldn’t help but curse in a low voice.
"Damn it! Who the hell is this White Dragon River God? Why is he so rich?"
Yao Meng’s eyes had even turned green. He stared at those strong bows held in those aquatic creatures’ hands and couldn’t say a word. Si Water territory wasn’t rich. Therefore, Yao Meng’s army only had less than ten-thousand good-quality bows like this.
As a human earl, his armory wasn’t even as rich as the armory of a leader of aquatic creatures; this made Yao Meng quite unconformable.