"Thank you, Leader Xia!"
Luo Ming took the solidified fire oil, and his face burst into joy. He hurriedly asked Shang Ping and the others to stand at the front, prepared the solidified fire oil, and immediately understood Xia Hong's intention as he fixed his gaze on the giant puppet's arm.
Xia Hong handed him the solidified fire oil and turned to look at the west side of the valley. Seeing that everyone from the four camps, including Da Chuan, were in a precarious situation, he quickly called the six from Yuan Cheng and rushed over.
The six from Yuan Cheng and Yue Feng could save their lives in that rock crevice.
It seemed like they arrived just in time, but luck played a larger part.
After all, they had only recently broken into the Logging Realm, and not to mention the people from Rogel Camp, the strength of those from Da Chuan, Huang Zhao, and the other four camps was much greater than theirs.
