Ning Zheng looked and was so angry that he burst into laughter.
I sent you to the frontline to shoot arrows, not to hide behind and chop people.
And you claim this is more cost-effective.
If you are so afraid to die, can't I go myself? I could chop out a pile myself....
Doesn't seem like it.
Ning Zheng dared not personally go and chop Ancestor Qi.
Thinking from another angle, aren't they also like a daredevil squad now?
Fighting desperately on the frontline, walking on a tightrope?
Even though they aren't chopping that old ancestor, they're chopping this one.
Enough.
Ning Zheng didn't stay at home either, hiding in some corner, clutching a large number of Magic Coins, frantically replenishing Spiritual Qi.
Although most of the split energy came from the mother body.
But producing a large amount of mental poison needed enormous mana.
His realm was low, if the ancestor stood still to let him chop, it seemed it couldn't keep up with the secretion of poison.
