"Liseya, demigod, that's right..." Feng suddenly seemed to realize something, but then quickly shook his head.
"Luo'er, let me take him down!" At that moment, a somewhat desolate voice from Fulajie'er echoed in his mind.
"No, absolutely not!" Luo'er shook his head firmly.
"Luo'er, stop insisting; don't do this..." Fulajie'er pleaded.
"No means no!" Luo'er's voice suddenly grew strident.
His voice seemed to catch the man's attention. After a lingering look at Feng, the man picked up his long sword, turned around, and faced the high wall and the people on it, squinting his eyes with a cruel smile.
"Hey, foreigners, are you planning to help these remnants?" The man asked with a sneer, pointing his long sword at Luo'er.
"What remnants or not, if you intend to harm the villagers of the Sub-beast Race, then you are our enemy!" Luo'er said bluntly.
