"…"
The entire world fell silent. The twelve warlocks, Nangong Mu and Mu Qingfeng were all waiting for Fang Zhengzhi's reply.
Fang Zhengzhi was still smiling brightly.
Hand over the fruit of the Tree of God to the twelve warlocks and the twelve warlocks would kill the three beasts together. How would he possibly believe such a nonsensical claim?
As the saying went, in order to fish, one has to put the bait first.
However, in history, there was one person who did not use the bait to fish. The saying went, there were always fishes willing to be caught by angler Jiang Taigong.
Fang Zhengzhi was definitely incomparable to Jiang Taigong. Therefore, he did something that made much more sense.
"Crack!" He tightened his grip.
Fang Zhengzhi's eyes turned into five different colors instantly — red, blue, black, silver, green — the five colors shone together brightly.
Meanwhile, there was also a tinge of golden light.
