"Mr. Zhang, we..."
The two psychics turned ghostly pale in an instant, caught between their immediate superior on the one hand and Zhang Menglong, this devil, on the other, they suddenly felt stuck between a rock and a hard place.
"What's the matter, my words don't carry weight?" Zhang Menglong clenched his fists until they crackled, "If you're unwilling to break his hand, then I'll start by slaughtering the both of you!"
This statement sent shivers down the spines of the two psychics. They believed that Zhang Menglong definitely had the strength to do it, knowing that just a few hours earlier, he had defeated over a hundred divine-level psychics in a single move, and at that moment they vaguely sensed that the energy intensity erupting from Zhang Menglong had already exceeded 30 units.
Was this something they could possibly resist?
