At the foot of the mountain on the other side behind the Erin Group,
Yu Shujun held a lightsaber blade against Silver Thorn's neck, his gaze cold and deep.
Actually, not to mention the trash equipment Silver Thorn brought into this map, even if her master gave her god-tier equipment, with her eleven-star level, facing Jun Wuming, she might not withstand twenty rounds.
Even with six divine equipment, or even ten divine equipment, her chances of winning weren't high.
A trace of a cold smile appeared on Silver Thorn's face, blood trickling down from the corner of her lips, "Do you really think that man would be willing to use god-tier equipment on me? On such a hopeless battle?"
This was the truth.
As the nature of the Guild Leader of the Ghost Control Master Alliance, he wouldn't be willing to waste precious resources on one of his dogs.
And this fact made Yu Shujun's expression even colder.
