"Haha, the Disaster Legion." Pei Yan couldn't help but chuckle after hearing Sifuer's words.
Sifuer's face showed anger, eyes fierce with displeasure as he said, "Why? Do you find my words amusing? Or do you think we are weak because even the lowest of slaves have us struggling?"
Pei Yan quickly waved his hands, explaining, "No, not at all. I just find the term 'Disaster Legion' a bit too dramatic, so I couldn't hold back my laughter. It's absolutely not meant to belittle you."
"I don't understand what's so funny about it!" Sifuer sneered and turned to the endless swarm outside, sighing, "We really couldn't think of a better term than 'disaster' to describe them. Anyway, now's not the time for this. I'm here to see if we can collaborate to escape. There's a shelter where we can survive the Red Scourge."
