"What if I say no?"
Ye Rong did not take the formation of about forty people in front of him seriously.
During the battle with Bashu Bamboo Tower, he had fought against hundreds or even thousands of enemy players, and his one-versus-many experience could be described as quite rich and flawless.
Without a powerful helper of the same level, it was utterly illusory to think of killing him by exhausting his Qi.
"We got the Ten-thousand-year Purple Sinking Wood!"
With a soft cry from behind, the Ten-thousand-year Purple Sinking Wood, no matter how tough and tangled, was finally cut down by the sword light after grinding for so long.
Mo Zhe saw this scene and felt a sinking feeling in his heart, knowing that there would be no good outcome to this matter.
As a high-grade ship manufacturing material, even the Trap Sky Camp was in short supply, so there was no possibility of letting it slip away.
