"That's impossible! How can this be happening?"
The Guardian stared at the battlefield; in just a few seconds, all nine Orpheus Ice Scorpions had turned into corpses. Zhang Menglong hadn't even used any flashy martial skills — just the most basic physical strength and speed.
At the moment, he was roasting a pair of Orpheus Ice Scorpion pincers with a flame that wouldn't extinguish.
"Hmm, the meat is tender and chewy, a top-quality ingredient. Might consider artificial breeding!" Zhang Menglong shouted at the Guardian, "Old man, got any more? Send me two more, I'm afraid I'm not full enough!"
The Guardian's expression started to contort.
What is this nonsense? This is a serious trial for the heirs of Zuda Civilization, not some gourmet showdown!
"He's a monster!" The Guardian finally understood why Zhang Menglong dared to boast so recklessly. The guy truly had the capability; dealing with a few Level Seven elementary Life Forms was just a waste of his time!
