"Cunning Mo Kai, you've gone to great lengths to gather everyone together, when exactly are we launching the ultimate attack on the Divine Land."
"My most beloved grandson was captured by the Divine Land Martial Artist, I must save him."
The Ninth-Grade Grandmaster Si Fengtian of the Four-armed Race tilted his head back and guzzled fruit wine.
Si Fengtian, having four arms, clutched four wooden cups, drinking rapidly.
Those damned Yangxiang Race.
They're even more detestable than the Divine Land Martial Artist.
Why are you able to infiltrate Earth, why can you enjoy white wine, beer, yellow wine, vodka, red wine...
Curse it.
The Four-armed Race are addicted to alcohol.
When Wetland Eight Tribes occupied Earth, they could drink without limits.
But subsequently, as Earth Martial Artists gradually counterattacked, the Four-armed Race was driven back to the wetlands completely.
However, the taste of human wine lingered in the Four-armed Race's memories.
