"Report to the commander-in-chief! The East China Sea defense line has completely collapsed!" "Mythical creatures have landed, and our weapons... Are ineffective!"
There was deathly silence in the command room, and despair spread. Until the surveillance screen showed the man slowly taking off his black gold trench coat that had been soaked in blood. It was the exclusive shirt of the Great Xia Guard Envoy, with the word "Zhen" written wildly embroidered in gold thread on the back.
"Jiang Zhenshou, what do you want to do? That's God!" "God?"
In the picture, Jiang Li tore the white shirt underneath, revealing the "Guan Sheng Emperor" totem that had just been tattooed on his back, and grabbed a broken street light pole weighing several tons with one hand in the heavy rain.
At this moment, everyone could hear the heartbeat coming from the surveillance camera, like the roar of an engine. Boom! Boom! Boom! Qi and blood are like mercury, body temperature burns the rain curtain!
The moment the dragon opened its bloody mouth, Jiang Li slowly closed his eyes, and then - his eyes widened with anger! Pupils stood upright, and the shadow of the red-faced Martial Saint stood up from the ground behind him, and a loud shout resounded through the sky:
"Insert the bid and sell the first one! Kneel down for me!!"
