"Hahaha..." Everyone could hear the implications in Park Yixiu's words—every sentence was a mockery of Huaxia, he even blatantly demeaned Huaxia to the point of calling it a vassal state of Tan Country.
Hearing this, even the most cultivated Huaxia players couldn't sit still.
Madman's eyes flashed with cold light, and then he suddenly stood up and roared, "Brothers and sisters, this time they don't have the ability to silence us, are we still going to put up with them? Let these idiots feel the profound and extensive culture of Huaxia!"
With the system as a universal translator, communication was not a problem at all.
At that moment, the players from Tan Country only felt a whoosh around them, and then it got dark.
When they looked back, they saw countless players standing up behind them, covering the sky and reaching up to the heavens, with no end in sight.
