"They?"
Mei Terumi noticed Killer B's choice of words.
"That's right. The ones who took the Eight-Tails from within me were a group, not just one person," Killer B replied.
He then briefly described the attire and appearance of the "Grim Reapers," as well as some of their combat abilities.
"Our Sunagakure faced the same situation."
Rasa nodded.
Clearly, the "enemies" he had encountered had also been a group, and that meant an ironclad battleship could deliver all-encompassing bombardment against the enemy army, serving as a mobile artillery platform with overwhelming firepower.
With rice and cloth available, and Wu Pu having paid out the wages, they could afford meat as well. They would not have to worry about food or clothing for the short term. In a few days, once soap production resumed and they reached a procurement agreement with Empress Xu, money would start flowing in endlessly.
"I'm not afraid. As long as you're here, I won't be afraid. If we really die, we'll die together. That would make me even happier," Liu Jianing said romantically.
"Even we're trying every possible way to grow stronger. What's so strange about the Life Tree wanting to become the World Tree?" The Grand Elder was more open-minded than him.
They were martial artists, after all. Martial artists had stamina and physical fitness, and though this mountain was steep and treacherous, there was still a path to follow. Even so, it had taken them a full day and night?
One could imagine that Zhu Gaoxu was now a commandery prince. If he wanted to become a king again, he would need achievements to his name.
Bei Liu barely raised his head to glance over. When he saw that red healing potion filled with hope, longing flickered in his eyes. But when he saw