"This battlefield doesn't need the weak like you to join, leave here quickly!" The Seven-Colored Dragon Ibrahim said in a deep voice, "Defending the Aegean is the responsibility of our Dragon Clan!"
From the three-headed Chimaera to the Elephant Vulture flying at the end of the line, every Super-level Warcraft returned Ibrahim's words with eyes full of dissatisfaction and anger.
"Crawlers, this isn't a warning. If you don't stop, it means your death is imminent!" Liu Zhankhan picked a flying flower, his gaze turning cold and wary.
This silent team of Super-level Warcraft was getting closer and closer to Guoguo.
The enormous body carried a pressure as heavy as Jing Gold. Even as they were called crawlers, their power made Old Liu pay due respect.
The Indigenous Monster Alliance really stopped.
However, it wasn't because Old Liu had spoken, but because the mysterious little green bird beside the little parrot spoke up.
