Driving Out All Mystic Beasts from Heavenly Punishment!

Mo Wudao said seriously, "If we can win the battle, it will be very beneficial to us! There would be ample Mystic Cores produced by the level nine top rank beasts! There might even be Mystic Cores from higher level beast kings… All of them will beef up our strength!"

Huyan Aobo rolled his eyes. "If the situation is not positive, we should join in ourselves!"

"Join in the battle ourselves?" Xi Ruochen looked at him with contempt. "Are you really becoming an idiot by pretending to be an idiot all day long? Do you know the consequences if we join in? It will ignite the Heavenly Punishment Forest! If we don't join, there can still be a retreat. Do you understand?"

Huyan Aobo was maddened. "Stop speaking in such a tone! Or I will not hesitate to be unfriendly to you!"

Xi Ruochen held up his cup as he snorted. He took a sip and said, "Unfriendly? Were you ever friendly to me?"