"Dai Xuan you bastard!"
At this moment, Carving Dragon could no longer maintain his composure, both anxious and angry, he quickly gathered his scattered team. But by the time he regrouped, nearly ten percent of his men were already dead or injured.
This time, Carving Dragon perfectly replicated the previous scene, except now he was the unlucky one.
Heavenly Dao cycles, who does fate spare?!
It is truly ironic.
"Curse all you want, but anyone who tarnishes the name of Dancing Demons Guild deserves to die!"
The Evil Spirit Beast beneath Dai Xuan was extremely fierce, showing no awareness of being a mount, killing ordinary players who couldn't even get close, which satisfied Dai Xuan about the Evil Spirit Beast.
Trading the Red Gold Cloud Tiger for this Evil Spirit Beast was the wisest choice, at least that's what Dai Xuan believed.
"Damn it, Leader Carving Dragon, if we can't do it, we should also send more people, we can't reason with them!"
