Suspended in mid-air, Wu Tianzhen looked at the Spectral Dragon Lord Bosses swarming around him from every direction and felt completely numb.
There was an MMP in his heart, but he didn't know if he should say it.
Fighting is fighting, and casting magic against magic is the norm, but how could you suddenly stoop to summoning underlings?
If you're summoning underlings, that's fine, don't you have over a dozen epic beasts?
But how could over a dozen epic beasts turn into six or seven hundred Spectral Dragon Lord Bosses?
This is unreasonable!
What happened to the integrity of combat?
To think you hid such a terrifying army and brought it out to gang up on a nice kid with a beard! That's just too much!
At this moment, Wu Tianzhen truly felt like crying.
Before the challenge, he had thoroughly reviewed all kinds of intelligence and made various preparations.
