"Senior Brother, it seems Lan Xin and the others are still fighting with the Tibetan Mastiffs. Should we go and help?"
A junior brother asked.
Mo Yan looked up at the junior brother who spoke and said indifferently:
"You can go. I support you!"
Junior Brother: "..."
Mo Yan then scoffed coldly and said:
"Utterly ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth. Are those Tibetan Mastiffs that easy to provoke? They are basically Enhanced Gene Intermediate level or above, and the Tibetan Mastiff King has already reached Enhanced Gene Advanced. If it were only a dozen or so, or even several dozen, we could still barely manage a fight relying on the power of Ancient Martial Arts. But how can we fight against one or two hundred of them?"
Everyone looked dejected.
Lan Xin was the goddess in everyone's heart. Now, all they could do was watch helplessly as Lan Xin was besieged by Tibetan Mastiffs, unable to rescue her, feeling somewhat distressed inside.
