Liu Na waved her camera in front of Wang Ye with a cunning smile and spoke to him, "You just mocked Elder Xu and President Yuan's scene, but I've already captured it on camera."
"Next, if you do anything that dissatisfies me, you're done for, I'm telling you."
"Don't worry, I'm sure I'll satisfy you next," Wang Ye replied to Liu Na.
But the words he said made Liu Na feel something was off, and a blush appeared on her face instantly.
She stole a glance at Wang Ye—was it his words that were problematic, or were her own thoughts lately skewed, leading her to misunderstand?
More than fifty fourth-rank peak martial artists.
At this moment, over thirty fourth-rank peak martial artists were still persevering.
Each step they took required resting in place for a while before moving on, sweat pouring down like flowing water, their faces contorted with increasingly twisted masks of pain.
The nearest fourth-rank peak martial artist was just a hundred meters away.
