Yang Jing sensed her thoughts and roared, "Damn it, Lan Yue, don't act stupid! Women are so damn fussy!"
Lan Yue, a major general of the Heavenly Chasm, a Female Warrior God, although usually silent and aloof like an ice beauty, had a fierce personality. Hearing Yang Jing's outburst, she couldn't help but get a bit angry:
"Yang Jing, try cursing again?"
Yang Jing couldn't help but shrink his neck, feeling a chill, and said, "Uh... damn it..." but ultimately didn't dare to continue the curses.
After this interruption, Lan Yue felt a mix of exasperation and amusement, but her desire to die faded. Still, she continued to fight desperately. As they talked, more than a dozen corpses ended up at their feet. However, their own injuries were getting more severe.
The leader, watching from a distance, saw this and a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes. Clenching his fists, he collided the ten rings on his hands, causing them to clang, and said with a grim face:
