Sometimes a person's mouth was a terrifying weapon too. One person told ten, ten told a hundred, and then it spread to thousands upon thousands, forming public opinion. Those of us living in the twenty-first century knew better than anyone how powerful public opinion could be. As the saying went, spit could drown a person. So how could it be useless?
If it passed, that would naturally be good. If it failed, then it would be reduced to ashes, leaving no corpse behind.
Xiao Qi wore an expression that said he had expected this all along. He knew Song Yun would not make unfounded claims, and those martial artists who had once mocked Song Yun were all stunned. Could what that youth said be true? Had the demon race already reached a point less than a hundred li from Huatian City?
"You all deserve to die." Filled with murderous intent, Song Yun rushed toward the Thundercloud Mountain Range.
Thus, as soon as the war began, the unit sent a war alert to the nearby airport. Coincidentally, that airport was the home base of the flight squadron that had taken off without authorization to fight, equipped with the Chinese Federation-made Feidi Z.
No one could help another through a heavenly tribulation; Song Yun knew this very well. At this moment, the Immortal-Slaying Sword could only rely on itself. If it succeeded, it could evolve into a true imperial artifact. If it failed, destruction would be its only fate.
As a summoner, one's body was naturally poor at storing essence, so summoners could be considered an extremely fragile class.
"All right, I'll forgive you this time. Don't do it again! You may leave!" After waiting for a long while, the fat editor-in-chief finally waved his hand.
Mu Ning turned to look at