Something’s Wrong with This Game — I Became a God by Mining!

“So they really are Rong Tribe spies.”

Yang Ling glanced at the opponent’s Status Panel and immediately issued a warning.

Soon enough, the two sides faced off in front of Calamity Valley.

The Zhao State side naturally rallied around the Fourth Prince.

He stood at the center, draped in a heavy cloak.

Yang Ling, Yun Ruo, and other Seventh-Rank Ironclad Department officers clustered around him like stars surrounding the moon.

Chi Qingyao, Huikong, Chen Zuo, Dongfang Haojie, and the other experts present wore grave expressions with cold, sharp eyes.

“The Rong Tribe actually sent this many spies out, and Brother Yang already killed a batch, yet there are still over a hundred of them.”

Zhang Shendao couldn’t help muttering under his breath.