Chu Hao looked at his hand, still dripping with blood, and felt heartache. How many eggs would he need to eat to make up for this loss?
He endured the burning pain in his palm, feeling aggrieved. If I had seventy or eighty thousand Pretentiousness Points, I wouldn't waste time talking with you all. I would have wiped you out one by one.
Chu Hao took a deep breath. This was not the time to falter; he had to complete the pretentious task; otherwise, his efforts would have been in vain.
Chu Hao stood with his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent, speaking from high above, "Just three Ghost Demons, why have you stopped? Don't you dare come any closer?"
"Damn it!" Even the Ghost King couldn't help but curse.
He felt extremely frustrated. This guy's display is just too grand!
Actually, they didn't know what kind of Formation this was. It felt very powerful, and none of them wanted to be the first to charge up and "send themselves to death."
