A faint voice came from the communicator. Lin Haifeng's breath caught as he listened to Wen Yu's words, and after a long pause, he asked incredulously.
"Are you crazy?"
"Crazy? No, no, no, I'm not crazy! The Demigod makes a move, all right, I'll follow it. It's just a matter of who is more ruthless. Actually, I should thank you. If you hadn't mentioned it, I wouldn't have realized my Soul Puppet Legion was performing so exceptionally! You see, in the main battlefield, my Soul Puppet Legion is in an absolutely dominant position. You might not be quite aware of the terror of the Soul Abiogenetic Creation Skill, but if I so desire, in just a few years, I can produce an equal number of Soul Puppets for you. In this way, my Soul Puppet Legion alone is enough to resist the Demon Tribe's army. So, what use do I have for those mutant beasts and those Demigod-affiliated professionists?"
Wen Yu spoke these words through the communicator, grinding his teeth with anger!
