Medina performed a gentlemanly salute, as the Lordly etiquette from Earth was all over the place.
Zong Shen was left stunned in place.
His eyes exploded with a captivating brilliance.
His face also broke into an ecstatic expression.
"Thank you, Medina!"
"Alright, alright, hurry up and take your people to fight the Flame Demon."
"Otherwise, there won't be any left soon..."
Zong Shen urged, his tone a bit excited.
"Uh..."
"Lord Zong is right, well then, see you again."
Medina's face was drenched in sweat, vaguely feeling that something was off with what Zong Shen said.
What did he mean by "otherwise, there won't be any left soon"?
He looked at the remaining blood volume of the Flame Demon Boss and fell into deep thought.
[2791234/5000000]
There's still over two million seven hundred thousand life value left.
It's not just two hundred seventy points, at this speed, the Flame Demon Boss could last at least another three to four hours.
