"How do you feel?"

He Tian stood by Ziling, Qingru, Qingwu, Yinao and Lanji and watched Cao Xiaomin's seven women who had ended the war with Wukong.

Just now, seven women joined hands, which is worse than Ziling five women.

They are still a little bit too unaccustomed to Wukong's crushing style!

"Wukong is too strong!" Cao Xiaomin had a lingering palpitation. The feeling that Wukong had crushed the weapon down just now made her feel as if doomsday had arrived. She felt that she could not compete with it at all.

"There is no tacit understanding between us."

"We haven't got a complete picture of ourselves yet."

"It's not...