The Miscellaneous Earth Troops

"They are not far away from death. If they don't go over the old days now, they won't have the opportunity to do so after this." The corners of Gollon's mouth turned upwards in a smirk. A dignified Gold Core like him was standing in the arena and being watched as if he was an actor. This already made him very unhappy. If the Blood Demon Ancestor had not personally asked him, he would not have cared about such a boring thing like a Civilization War against a mere level-6 enemy. Now, he was even being ignored by these Solid Cores in front of him…

Gollon was truly amused by this.

However, his soft and low voice was heard by the Earthlings, who were standing several thousand meters from him.

Aiolos directly glared at Gollon and pointed his finger at him, with a disdainful expression on his face. Then, he used his thumb and made a slit-throat gesture at him…

The three-dimensional projections in the air captured this scene extremely clearly.