"They've all been called over, but it seems like it doesn't have much of a social network to speak of."
"Senior, just admit it, I saved your brother, didn't I?"
"Alright, I take back what I said just now."
As the two exchanged words, the battlefield was on the verge of erupting. Flint, having gone completely mad after his transformation, snapped his greatsword in half, turning it into two massive blade pieces that he held in his left and right hand, looking ferocious and unstoppable. The thunderous, booming breaths that resounded through the curtain of rain showcased his savagery and wild nature.
"He's gotten stronger," Ke Xiaomo remarked.
"I can see that without you telling me," Black Wukong frowned, her expression grim beneath her mask.
