Chen Cheng pondered for a moment, then let out a cold laugh and said:
"It's not what you think. I just didn't expect there to be only a few old, weak, sick, and crippled people like you. But old, weak, sick, and crippled it is—you're still somewhat useful in the end."
"Let's go. First, gather the remaining old, weak, sick, and crippled people. I only hope the few of you left aren't so stupid that you can't understand human speech."
Although Chen Cheng's attitude was terrible, the Green Snake King showed no anger.
In her eyes, Chen Cheng stood on the same level as them, so there was no need for anyone to be polite to anyone else.
"I only hope your plan truly works. Otherwise, the few of us will leave at the first opportunity. We absolutely will not get tangled up with those Church bastards for too long."
After leaving the underground root cave and flying into the sky to look down, they saw that all the thorns throughout Thorn Ridge had grown red flower buds. Clearly, the situation spoken of in the legends was about to unfold.
Flying high in the air, the Green Snake King did not immediately lead Chen Cheng's group of three to find the other three. Instead, she flicked her forked tongue and emitted a low-frequency hissing sound.
As the hissing spread, Chen Cheng soon saw three figures flying in from three other directions.
The one in front was an old man leaning on a cane. Judging by his appearance, Chen Cheng thought that this should be Old Man Huang.
Behind Old Man Huang was the Armored Turtle King, who looked very much like the turtle prime minister Chen Cheng had seen on television in his previous life. The last to arrive was