"This is..."
Dandelion looked suspiciously at the spherical vine-covered monster for quite a while, his expression turning ugly, "Tong God, you're not dead yet?"
"Hehe, why, do you wish that much that I were dead?"
Willow God sneered coldly, his laughter sharp and grating, extremely unpleasant!
Dandelion did not bother with him but instead turned to the Divine Spirit adorned with black flowers, his expression complicated, "Mo Yuan, have you also defected to the Wizard?"
"It's not just me who has defected to the Wizard. It's just that I'm closer to this location and so I arrived first!"
Mo Yuan flew closer, his black aura bursting out like ink, the twisted figures within the black mist emerging faintly, demonic and fearful.
"Dandelion God, considering our past friendship, I advise you to give up your resistance. Now while the Wizard still has need of you, defect to his side, and you will naturally reap benefits.
