On the vast national highway, Xu Fan laughed grandly, like thunder rolling through the sky, echoing for miles around.
Hundreds of thousands of bats, previously blocking the sky, floated quietly in the air, like snakes licking their wounds, temporarily lying in wait, or like cunning wolves, stealthily wearing down their prey's patience.
"Just now, when I didn't want to deal with you, you insisted on chasing me. Now that I'm standing here letting you kill me, you don't dare to make a move!"
"In my opinion, the so-called Blood Clan is nothing more than a group of cowardly lower creatures afraid of dying!"
Xu Fan mocked the bats relentlessly, sitting leisurely atop a car, watching the bats with an expression full of disdain.
The swarm of bats showed no agitation, as if Xu Fan's words hadn't angered them in the slightest, remaining perfectly still.
Strength is the true foundation of words!
