He knew Ning Fan was very strong, but he didn't expect him to be this strong.

He even began to compare Ning Fan and Ling Mo's strength...

Who is stronger?

The three powerful men from the Six Wastelands did not remain frightened for long.

Ning Fan decisively gave them relief.

Once these four people died, the morale of the opposing team was naturally greatly affected.

The momentum of both sides also took a big turn in just a few minutes.

Even though the Qiu Camp was already at the end of its strength, with the blessing of hope, it burst out with combat power beyond its limit.

Seeing that the situation had stabilized, Ning Fan returned to Xu Jiang's side.

Xu Jiang stared at Ning Fan and suddenly smiled helplessly.

"If you don't come, I'm dead."

Ning Fan also chuckled: "The fact is that I came here, and you survived."

Xu Jiang sighed, looking at the battlefield littered with corpses, a deep sense of self-blame flashing in his eyes again.

"These people put their lives in my hands because they trusted me."

Xu Jiang couldn't help but lower his head: "But I betrayed their trust."

Ning Fan could understand this kind of self-blame.

The responsibility he carries is actually greater than Xu Jiang's.

Therefore, he will be more cautious than Xu Jiang when making any decision.

"Master Xu."

Ning Fan had no intention of comforting Xu Jiang: "This time, you really let them down."

Xu Jiang was not dissatisfied, but buried his head even lower.

"Ning Fan."

"[Qiu Ying]...I'll leave it to you from now on."