Tens of millions of miles away, in an extremely huge tent.
"Trash!"
A huge Pincher smashed down and tore the military report into pieces.
"Commander, those humans are very smug now. They're all saying that they'll ... They'll ..."
The man kneeling on the ground suddenly stopped talking, his head almost touching the ground.
"Speak!"
The commander turned around with his hands behind his back. His face was full of anger as he glared at his subordinate.
"There's a folk song in Qingzhou saying that they'll beat us back to Chaos City and that we'll never dare to attack again."
The subordinate smacked his head on the ground and spoke with his eyes closed.
"You're looking for death!"
A terrifying aura instantly filled the entire space, and the commander's eyes were filled with killing intent.
