White Ants Fighting to Stay Alive
編輯: Exodus Tales
Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth
The guy could transmit his voice, but how was Mo Fan going to respond back?
Would they have to take out their phones, open up WeChat and shake at the same time to add each other as friends? Perhaps the Advanced Wind Magician in the purple outfit could tell Mo Fan his phone number...
The truth was, either way was terrible. The demon creatures were extremely sensitive toward any form of signal. Even sending someone an emoji would simply give the demon creatures nearby a GPS coordinate, urging them to rush toward the signal.
"We have four Intermediate Magicians, two Basic Magicians and five civilians, but one of us is trying to gather the people nearby," Mo Fan had no clue how to respond. He simply mumbled to himself, not sure if the Advanced Magician could hear him.
Mo Fan had guessed right. The Magician soon responded.