C1965

A mere array, in Chu Yan's eyes, was as thin as a cicada's wing, and as crisp as paper.

From Chu Yan's perspective, the hundreds of cultivators in the city could only be considered a few ants.

Thus, he didn't make a move earlier and left it to the Violent Gold Thunderape to deal with.

At this moment, he would be able to show the benefits of having such a mount and thug