"Moreover, with Su Yue's Lan Sphere battle technique, if nothing unexpected happens, one-third of Jing Niao City will become ruins."
Meng Yang also frowned.
He absolutely hated these alien races.
…
The Club!
"Darling, I have to go. When I return triumphantly, I will surely receive rewards from the Divine Elder!"
Zi'e was very satisfied and ready to leave.
800 rounds of battle, fought with exhilarating intensity, left Lan Yuan unable to stand.
Her legs were completely gone.
This is the terror of me, Zi'e.
"I'll wait for your return!"
Lan Yuan waved sweetly.
Damn it, my stomach is a bit sore; this guy is too fierce, even my throat is burning with pain.
Zi'e donned the beast skin again, and with a face full of melancholy, picked up the Evil Suppression Lock.
Damn it, this infernal weapon is simply too heavy.
No time to waste, Zi'e needs to remind Mr. Zhen'e that the war is about to begin.
"Hmph, Mr. Zhen'e, are you having fun!"
Under the bed, Su Yue sneered coldly.
