It's not like I haven't seen the Divine Soldiers before.
You could've done it with a single thought, yet you insisted on chanting a spell and striking a pose.
Such theatrics.
"Brother Garlic, I can't stand you!"
Su Yue stood expressionless.
This person is truly annoying.
"In combat, there's no need for posing; it's easy to get targeted by other races. I'm helping you!"
Zhao Qian'en looked over at Yang Lezhi and the others.
He hoped to use Su Yue as a negative example to show them the battlefield's harshness and unpredictability.
"Oh, coming up with a spell does seem cooler. Why didn't I think of that? My combat strategy needs a slogan too."
Yang Lezhi slapped his forehead.
"My sword will be called 'One Stroke Cold Light Shines on the Divine Land,' giving it a touch of grandeur!"
Meng Yang was also in thought.
"From now on, all my moves should have a 'dragon' character in them.
"Maybe I should change my stage name to Bai Aotian?"
Bai Xiaolong muttered.
