Black Soul Abyss, second layer, somewhere.
Zhou Yu and three others were already caught in a trap.
Surrounding them were seven people.
At this moment, Bai Shuang angrily looked at these seven, saying:
"What do you want to do?"
"Could it be that your Peng Clan also intends to attack us?"
"Don't forget, your Peng Clan is also in peril right now."
Facing an angry Bai Shuang, one from the Peng Clan sneered:
"Bai Shuang, blame your bad luck."
"Our two clans indeed have no grudges."
"Our clan did not wish to create enmity with you."
"However, as you said, my Peng Clan is also facing significant troubles, and before entering the Black Soul Abyss, the Tiger Roc Clan reached out to us and promised."
"As long as we help them eliminate you, the Tiger Roc Clan would provide us with some support."
"And, of course, they didn't just make promises to our clan."
"And we haven't focused all our attention on this promise."
"But, as I said earlier, blame your bad luck."
