Gulu's eyes suddenly burst with fiery light, and he excitedly pointed at the armed helicopter in the sky: "What, what's that? It looks like some kind of weapon, and it seems to have a certain load capacity?"
He frantically tugged at Li Haotian's pants, his eyes shining: "How many of these do you have? Are you selling them? I promise to give you a satisfying price!"
Li Haotian chuckled: "This is my ability, no matter how much you offer, it's not for sale."
Gulu was taken aback: "Your ability? Are you also a Forging Master like the Dwarf Race?"
Li Haotian, too lazy to explain, nodded: "Something like that."
Then, with a thought, the armed helicopter in the sky swiftly changed direction, flying sideways while the helicopter's onboard machine guns and missiles exploded with a roar!
"Da da da!"
"Boom boom boom!"
Fierce ammunition swept down, blasting a mess out of the nearby primeval forest.
Li Haotian looked at Gulu: "Do you think this thing can help Grom?"
