At the same time.
On earth.
The capital.
Zhang Tao received the call and frowned slightly. Even in the middle of the night, the Ministry of Education was still brightly lit and did not get off work.
"You didn't suffer any losses, did you?"
"No, they killed a rank-7 martial artist. Li Changsheng brought his men and retreated."
On the other end of the phone, someone reported the news. After a moment of hesitation, he said,""Minister, is it really appropriate to hand over Magic City catacombs to mcmau? The few of them from mcmau were extremely battle-hungry.
In today's battle, although they had killed a rank-7 martial artist, Dean li and the others were almost held back.
If anything happens ..."
The person who reported the news was somewhat helpless.
"Humans are not as strong as the catacombs. It's not a good thing to be too warlike.
Just like tonight's battle, it should not have happened.
A meaningless battle!