Killing Spree

Fang Yuan was inside an ancient forest full of cold air.

After communicating with Gold Ingot through voice transmission, he looked around before sighing.

"Why are you sighing? I'm the one who should be sighing over our misfortune!"

Wu Qi crossed his arms and sat on an emerald rock with two Primordial Core disciples by his side, forming this complete squad of 'decoys'.

I wonder what the Holy Mountain is thinking, arranging for me to be in a squad with Wu Qi. Do they want us to give us the opportunity to kill each other? Fang Yuan was somewhat exasperated.

"Boy, try to live a little longer!" Wu Qi's voice transmission entered his ears. "Even if you die, you should contribute sufficient value to the race!"

Even though this old man has a vendetta against Mo He, he still prioritizes the race! Fang Yuan nodded silently.