"Oh right, I forgot about God. Then, putting the Great Shaman in second place shouldn't be a problem, right?"
The strength of Xia Qila lies in her prophecies.
The black boy followed Xia Qila inside.
"Where are Aunt Susan and the others? How serious are their injuries?"
Isaac was excited, and opened his backpack, ready to treat Aunt Susan and the others, but when he entered the restaurant, he froze.
Because Susan and the bald man were lying on the cold floor.
They were all dead.
"Big Witch..."
Isaac now understood why the leader's expression was so grim. The Yellowstone Group had suffered heavy losses, but it didn't matter. "Big Witch, with your record of killing gods, our Yellowstone Group will quickly be able to rebuild, and even become the number one in North America, no, perhaps even the first in the world!"
"Shut up, get out!"
Xia Qila finally lost her patience, shouted, and then she began to perform divination.
