"F*ck, to think we've failed in our expertise!"
On a mountain a thousand miles away from the Tianfeng tribe, Qin Daofu looked into the distance and cursed. This was the first failure he had ever encountered since he started digging graves with the Mad Daoist.
At the same time, the grave keeper of the Tianfeng tribe was indeed quite strange. Ordinary attacks and methods were basically ineffective against him.
This made Qin Daofu extremely puzzled.
"Sigh, we've met our match this time. That being said, this is what makes it exciting!"
The Mad Daoist narrowed his eyes, which were filled with a fierce light.
In this world, there was no grave that he could not dig. The more difficult it was, the more he wouldn't give up. He vowed to chew on the tough bone of the Tianfeng tribe.
"Old lunatic, your losses this time should not be small, right?"
