"Did you write all that down? Send every damn word out. Did they really think I didn't have a temper when I woke up?" Ouyang turned to the two typists beside him, who were furiously firing words into the sky.
"Lady Witch, we wrote it all down. We wrote so much the other side lost their minds and charged over to kill us! Do you think we should go help fight?" the purple-haired Sweet Potato beside him asked cautiously.
"Lady Witch, my fucking... forget it... then get going! Beat those little bastards senseless!" Ouyang waved a hand, too lazy to argue, and sent them off.
With Ouyang's approval, the two Devil Race members of the Zhurong Clan, who had long since been unable to contain themselves, rubbed their fists and flexed their hands.
This Lady Witch who had descended from the sky truly was extraordinary. Those sweet words never once repeated themselves, and this tactic the lady called "Screen-Filling Trash Talk" had made the entire Gonggong Clan lose their composure!
They actually dared charge at our Zhurong Clan?
When had those water loaches ever beaten us in a fight?
The Zhurong clansmen flanking Ouyang gave vicious laughs and charged straight into the battlefield.
Ouyang felt his way to his feet and faced the melee. Now that his eyes could no longer see, he could only listen.
Even with his ears alone, he could tell both sides were fighting pretty fiercely!
Speaking of which, he really had rotten luck. He had rashly come to the Demon Realm and actually forgotten that gravity existed.
If he had not thought quickly and turned into a Paper Butterfly, the acceleration of his fall alone would probably have sent him straight to the Nine Hells to report for duty!
Still, his landing spot had been