C279 A Conceited Ant

"Then, third generation, give me an answer. Protect the regiment or protect the wooden leaves!" Ye's words were as bone-piercing as ice in the Nine Hells of Hell. Third Generation couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, and his forehead was covered in sweat.

"Whoosh!"

"Third generation lord!!"

Right at this moment, a wave of the sound of air being torn apart assaulted them