C687 The Enemy Is Here
"Damn it!"
A curse sounded out. Witch Eye Evil Man, who was riding on the Griffin, couldn't help but curse.
The scattered Heavenly Punishment Army looked down from above like a group of fleeing ants, making it impossible for people to lock onto the exact route.
"Who should I chase?"
This was probably Witch Eye Evil Man's most appropriate mental monologue. Just as he was getting anxious
