"Give us an answer, Ning the Tiger, Head of Mo Family!"
Tang Luo did not give the Chengzhou side much time to think but rubbed his wrists and said, "Time is pressing, there's no room for delay. If you are unwilling, then let's get moving quickly. Just that this time, Tang Luo will not stand with Chengzhou!"
Cao Ziqi and the members of the Fire Department wore expressions of delight, while the faces of the Chengzhou crowd darkened, and arguments broke out.
If it had been before, such bullying would have stirred their fighting spirit, but at this moment, it only made them feel a unity of purpose.
The Evil King Palace and Wuji Mansion were imminent, and if they did not receive adequate compensation before then, the grand battle involving hundreds of tribes would indeed be a wasted effort, like fetching water with a bamboo basket.
Their gazes concentrated on the two leading figures of Chengzhou, their eyes revealing the same demands as those made of a foreign enemy.
