"Mastermind?"
Wenren Yingyao sneered, eyes full of mockery: "If you say so, then it must be."
"But you killed my nephew and played with us for so many days!"
With a cold tone, Wenren Yingyao twirled the black spear in his hand, effortlessly blocking Nezha's Qiankun Circle's attack.
"You deserve to die!"
After speaking, Wenren Yingyao raised the black spear in his hand and charged at Jiang Yuan once more.
As for those slaughter teams that died?
A bunch of idiots, they said they could charge, that it would destroy the trap cards, and they all swarmed in.
Couldn't they split into batches?
Couldn't they send someone to probe?
But then again, they were just a rabble temporarily gathered.
Randomly led by a strong member of the First Sequence Clan, they too would lose their minds when faced with loot.
Upon seeing me arrive, fearing they'd miss out on the spoils, they rushed forward in a frenzy, ending up wiped out by a single skill.
Ha!
