On the walls of Vajra City, the City Lord of Vajra City looked ahead and found that the other party was still observing in secret, without taking action, instead mocking openly.
"Look at them, truly as timid as mice, don't dare to make a move." The City Lord of Vajra City pointed to the front, laughing loudly, full of mockery in his tone, "Such enemies, to put it nicely, are rational and good at patience."
"To put it bluntly, they are cowards, worthless, and useless."
At this moment, the City Lord of Vajra City was smugly gazing ahead, self-assured.
On the other side, the Netherworld Clan standing beside him felt something wasn't quite right.
The person clad in blue soft armor moved too fast and kept aiming a strange Soul Device in this direction.
That peculiar Soul Device, like a long stick, as thick as an arm, had a mirror on the front end that gathered soul energy and emitted a faint glow, shining toward the front.
