"Fall!"
Goose Immortal sidestepped, his metallic wings like overgrown palms, descending from above with force.
With a crashing sound, the Howling Ground Dog plunged to the ground at even greater speed, half its body buried in the dirt, its blood continuously staining the ground red.
"Looking for, looking for, looking for a friend, found a good friend, spit the blood and touch the head, you are my good friend!"
Child of Disaster, Mo, had not been this excited in a long time.
Friends! So many friends!
One after another, so fat and strong, it must hurt a lot to fight them, right?
Without needing Ye Hanjun's command, it used its tentacles to prop against the ground, and like a spring-connected spider, it rushed directly towards the Grass Frog Country's headquarters.
"Thump!!"
An odd life-energy field diffused from it as the axis.
The nearest Iron Bell and Bronze Bell immediately felt that something was wrong.
