"No rush!"
Yang Yan shook his head, chuckling lightly:
"If the Antula Clan has only this little power, they can't even be considered a first-rate force in Northern Europe."
"The purpose of this battle is to make them realize the threat of the Demon Race. How could we achieve that without some casualties?"
Ao Tian chimed in from the side:
"Exactly, if these major forces have no foundation, the group of misfits they sent can't hold the fort at all."
One can only wonder how the Antula Clan would react if they heard this.
After all, they do have some Titled Powerhouses among them!
But in Ao Tian's mouth, they've turned into a bunch of misfits.
Though, given his strength, it seems there's some truth to his words.
After all, there can be many Titled Powerhouses, but there are only Four Emperors.
When two Emperors don't show up, who else dares claim supremacy?
While Yang Yan and the others were talking, the battle between Bagu and Manhattan suddenly took a turn.
