People were always very patient when doing bad things.
Fang Heng was no exception.
Since the God Clan had formed three-man squads and he could not find a breakthrough for the time being, he simply started playing around in hell.
He hid in the shadows, constantly leaving behind hellfire to damage the holy seals, patiently waiting for an opportunity. From time to time, he would even feign a probing attack on passing three-man God Clan squads, striking once and retreating immediately.
Every time he saw the God Clan acting as if facing a great enemy, wanting to give chase yet not daring to, Fang Heng could not help but laugh inwardly.
Even if it did not benefit him, it sure harmed others.
Zane also suppressed a laugh in his heart, wearing the expression of someone enjoying a good show.
The God Clan had always stood at the pinnacle of the universe; had they ever imagined a day like this would come?
