At this moment, Zhan Tu finally understood.
It turned out that in the eyes of the Ancient God Clan, he was just a chess piece, a piece that could be replaced and discarded at any time.
Thinking about this, fear and anger arose in his heart.
But he did not dare to show any of these emotions. He silently stood up, showing the same smile as before, and said flatteringly:
"Lord Bulao is absolutely right. I will continue the attack now and try to break that turtle shell!"
After saying this, Zhan Tu immediately returned to the Anti-Heaven League's army.
Evergreen Pine coldly watched Zhan Tu's departing figure, his expression unchanged.
He knew what Zhan Tu had just been thinking, but he did not care.
What could the anger of an ant accomplish?
Anyway, as long as he wanted, he could easily crush countless ants.
"Hmph!"
"These ants have no idea of the true plan of the Young Master."