Han Li cracked his knuckles. "An'an, just you watch. I haven't been in a good fight for a long time. This is the perfect chance to stretch my limbs."
Mo Yan and Feng Xuan silently tightened their grips on their weapons. They had been inexplicably transported to two godforsaken places, and they were both seething with pent-up frustration.
Zhou Dayong and the others also emerged from the space, each holding a weapon as they stood behind Yu An.
The Zaizai wanted to come out too, but Yu An pushed them back one by one. They had no choice but to stay in the space with Chun Nuan and prepare the ingredients for dinner.
'Sigh, it must be great to be a grown-up,' they thought. 'Then you get to fight.'
In stark contrast to their eagerness, Old Lin was trembling, wishing he could sprout eight legs and flee immediately.
'That's the Invincible Alliance! And there are a hundred or two of them! We only have thirty or forty people at most. How can we possibly win?'
