Long Xian was speechless.
According to his research during this period, he thought that Sheng Yang was like a cold robot. The more she was like that, the more perfect she was.
But with such a personality, he didn't know why so many people were so loyal to her.
He didn't understand, but he wasn't interested in such things.
Looking coldly at the destroyed base, he smiled.
"Hall Master!" Tong Liang was burning with anxiety, but he did not want that old monster to see him as a joke. He held it in, but the veins on his forehead throbbed crazily, betraying him.
He wished he could go down, but Lan Ran stopped him.
"Let go of me!" Tong Liang shouted at the top of his lungs.
Lan Ran pursed his lips and said nothing, but his expression was heavy.
The air was filled with explosives and even the smell of blood. This group of people was very sensitive to the smell of blood.