Lu Chen traveled through time and became the weakest sect leader in the wilderness. He was surrounded by demons outside and had no soldiers inside.
Fortunately, he can summon players!
"Damn it, the graphics quality of this game is insane!"
"This NPC leader is so handsome, I want to give him a monkey!"
"Brothers, this boss's health bar is green, charge!"
In the eyes of the indigenous monks, these disciples are all lunatics: they are not afraid of death and can work all night for a "brick-moving task"; they do not follow martial ethics, and they only pile heads and use explosives in their fights.
When the so-called Immortal King came, looking at the millions of players all over the mountains and fields charging "for the tribe", I felt numb all over.
Lu Chen sat in the back, drinking tea: "Jicao, Wu Liu, they are just my workers!"
