"Your eyes seem to have a problem. Which eye saw that we were afraid?" Fan Lang asked calmly, his hands tucked into his pockets.
Although the situation was grim and the enemies were powerful, they were far less terrifying than that group of Star Devouring Monsters from before. At least they did not make Fan Lang feel despair.
The Martial God who had spoken was choked by that response, and his face instantly turned cold. His smile became several shades darker as he said sinisterly, "Looks like we've run into people who aren't afraid of dying. Your eyes are the ones with the problem. Didn't you see how many Martial Gods are around us?"
"Does having more people make a difference?" Fan Lang asked with a smile.
"Of course it does. If all of us brothers attack together, we can blast you to the point where not even scraps remain. Besides, this is our turf. We can use the Big Mouth Ship to deal with you."
"Then let's give it a try. You were the ones who attacked first. A fight is unavoidable today, so I'd like to see what you're capable of."
"Brat, you're courting death!" The Martial God flew into a rage and waved his hand as he shouted, "Brothers, these prey refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit. Show them what we're made of!"
The crowd of over ten thousand responded at once, each of them brimming with murderous intent.
"Kill them! Kill those two first, then storm that ship and wipe them all out!"
"Seeking benevolence and obtaining benevolence. If they want to die, we'll grant their wish!"
"Activate the ship's formation! Trap them with the formation first!"
"Just two people, yet they dare act so arrogantly!"
The desperadoes shouted viciously.
The formations within the