Impact.

Even if Joseph really wanted to take China into his pocket, he had to achieve his goal while minimizing casualties.

"Not bad, it seems that Mr. Joseph made a very wise choice."

Now that the goal has been achieved, Yang Yi smiled slightly, and then said nothing more.

However, even though he said so, he didn't know why, but he always felt a little uneasy and a little undecided in his heart.

He always felt that the other party seemed to have some conspiracy waiting for him, waiting for him to take the initiative.

But he didn't know what the specific conspiracy was, and he couldn't figure it out.

In addition to the magic circle, did the opponent use other methods? Or were there other back-up tactics?

They have no way to verify this, and they have no way to verify it. They can only say that if there are any clues in the subsequent battles, they will have to use tricks again.

After about half an hour or so, Yang Liu and his party finally came back.

And in their hands, they all held some strange props.

They were things similar to summoning banners, gaudy and of different colors, and there were strange patterns painted with oil paint on each side, which looked like an ancient language derived from a certain country.

Mysterious and solemn.

And this scene naturally fell into the hands of Situ Huafeng. When his eyes saw Yang Liu pulling out the eye array prop from his hand, his face suddenly darkened.
Chapter completed!