"You..." Drow's Matriach and Prince Benitez were completely stunned, unable to utter a word. Although the two fallen elves held some faint hope for Beamon, the Overlord – they thought he might be equipped to escape from the Evil-eye Tyrant. However, they had never entertained the far-fetched idea that he could conquer the Tyrant.
"Hehe..." Liu Zhenhan smirked at the two elves, then popped a finger into his mouth, and whistled towards the strongmen: "Hey, O'Neal, toss me your ball!"
The hippopotamus poet, on command, threw a ball to Liu from afar.
The two fallen elves immediately brought their heads close to Beamon, the Overlord's hand, staring intently at the ball.
"Achooo~" Liu Zhenhan sneezed, and snot surged out from his nostrils. Using the back of his hand, he wiped them away. He aimed at the ground, and slapped the ball on it, adroitly propping it up using his middle finger, spinning the ball incessantly.
