At the foot of Beast Mountain.
Boss Zhao occasionally raised his binoculars and looked toward the western ridge.
Then he clasped his hands behind his back and paced back and forth anxiously.
In the end, he pressed the intercom.
"Lord City Lord, I think something's wrong. They've been up there for so long, yet none of West Mountain's traps have been triggered!"
The other side fell silent for a moment. "Liu Di has always been full of tricks. He may have realized something and chosen to take a detour."
Boss Zhao was at a loss. "Then what do we do?"
"What do we do?"
The other side sneered. "It's fine! He has to go find the BOSS eventually! The BOSS has already been strengthened. There's no way he can defeat it. He'll still go in and never come out. The result is the same, hahaha!"
At this moment.
Within the bushes on Beast Mountain.
Hearing Striving Youth's words, the purple-haired beauties froze again. "A Gatling? You can make a Gatling too?"
Liu Di's gaze was calm as he slowly said, "A Gatling can't penetrate its defense at all."
Striving Youth looked dejected. "Then what do we do? Condense a missile!"
Liu Di shook his head slightly. "That would waste too much mental power."
The purple-haired beauties frowned. Were this master and servant putting on a double act?
"It's fine. I came prepared."
Liu Di suddenly reached behind his back and pulled out the package he had always carried with him.
Striving Youth's eyes lit up. "Boss, I've seen you carrying this package the whole time, but I didn't dare ask. Is there some secret weapon hidden inside?!"
"You know this thing."
Liu Di smiled faintly and took the device from the bag.
Striving Youth stared wide-eyed. "This is... the Creator?!