Li Xiaobai spoke indifferently as the surrounding Godzillas closed in, surrounding Xueshenzi in the middle.
Screams shook the heavens, and golden curtains swirled around, accumulating a terrifying aura that grew stronger and stronger.
"A one-on-one fight?"
"A group fight?"
"Just with you guys?"
"A bunch of ragtag mobs?"
"No matter how many there are, trash is still trash; a pile of trash gathered together is still just a heap of trash, naked commanders? I don't understand what you're talking about!"
Xueshenzi growled angrily, and from within the black mist, a pale skeletal hand burst forth, atop which a mini kingdom of bones brimming with Blood Qi was seated.
"Rakshasa Ghost Country!"