"Huff... What are you calling for?"
Ansheng, wielding the Gravity Hammer, listened to a series of "squeak" sounds from the other end of the conversation, which seemed like someone jumping on a bed yelling, with a head full of confusion.
"Calling the Tree Mother's bombing zone! Those Immortals are the most sinister. Don't say suspecting, even the slightest possibility has to be annihilated first!"
"This guy, cannot be spared!"
Sun Xingyao, who was just groggy and speaking indistinctly, entered into a bizarrely excited state after hearing Master Fuli's words, and started talking about killing as soon as he opened his mouth.
This kind of fierce demeanor genuinely subverts the image of the Dragon People Race rooted in Master Fuli's heart.
"It's just a conjecture I mentioned, not certain..." Ansheng felt helpless, holding the phone further away, feeling like Sun Xingyao's saliva was spraying onto his face along the satellite signal:
