"Left?"
The crowd's faces changed, growing flustered.
"Why did he leave?"
"Yeah, he didn't even say a word to us!"
"Could it be that we didn't entertain him well, and upset him?"
Their greatest reliance now was on that Otherworldly Evil Demon.
Otherwise, how would they deal with the enemy next time?
The White Profound Race couldn't possibly withstand the combined forces of the Three Races organized by Zhong Cuo.
Moreover, many top experts of the White Profound Race had already died or disappeared before this.
Seeing their anxious reactions, Brother Cheng was helpless too.
This group, who used to shout about killing the Otherworldly Evil Demon, now had 'demon dependency syndrome.'
"Don't worry, it's not too late to summon him the next time an enemy comes."
"But..."
"Just afraid that he might not make it in time."
"Yeah, and if we summon him too frequently, he might not be pleased?"
"You're overthinking it; he wouldn't dare disrespect my face!"
