He had to first mercilessly ridicule Liu Yizhou and Yao Chenqing.
This was truly sweet revenge.
"Old Liu, what should we do!"
Beads of cold sweat dripped down Yao Chenqing's forehead.
To be honest, he was really panicking.
The lower-tier battlefield had collapsed completely, something unimaginable.
The Burning Radar was formidable, but it was hard to hold.
Mo Kai was right.
In less than an hour, the alien alliance could storm the Divine Land's borders, and Thunder Sacrifice City was right on the border.
Liu Yizhou stood silent with a dark expression.
The other two Ninth Grades were particularly anxious; the Divine Land had stepped on a landmine this time.
"Liu Yizhou, you old scoundrel, you're sulking without speaking. Are you thinking of a solution?
"A solution? I've actually thought of one for you long ago.
