Lu Qiming did not take it to heart when he saw the disbelieving look on sovereign dan Wu's face.
Those who didn't understand would never understand.
As for those who understood, they naturally understood without much explanation.
"True Son of God ape mo is dead."
A commotion broke out among the quiet group of descenders. They had seen with their own eyes that the demonic ape had been smashed by the Aboriginals. There was no corpse left, only a pile of flesh and blood.
If there was anything good, it could only be said that the demonic ape had dug a hole for itself before its death. In the end, it lay in the hole and buried itself in the soil. It could be considered as arranging a home for itself.
At least he died with some dignity.
"It's still a little weak. What do you two say? Why don't we do it together?" Lin fan looked at the people in the distance.
He was already prepared. He felt a little bit of disappointment towards these descenders.
