Nuannuan rolled her eyes at the Old Witch Master and said reproachfully.
"Great Grandfather, it's all because you are too kind-hearted that the Wu Clan lost its order and became so chaotic. I will handle this matter, you don't interfere."
The Old Witch Master sighed and indeed said no more.
On the Demon Tower, Yang Fei removed the rifle from his back and pressed bullet after bullet into the magazine.
For some reason, the foreboding in Yang Fei's heart became increasingly intense.
He opened an air window of the Demon Tower, aiming the gun at Gonggong.
Instinctively, Yang Fei felt something was wrong with Gonggong. This intuition had no rationale, yet it was quite accurate.
Below the Demon Tower, Nuannuan, escorted by several people including Gonggong, gracefully walked to the few captured Witch Kings.
She waved at Gonggong, "Gonggong, please wake them up. There are some things I need to clarify."
Gonggong nodded respectfully and waved his hand behind him.
