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"Give you ten times, surrender or be bombed by us"

"ten"

"Nine"

"Eight"

"Let's go back to the small world of ice and snow"

"Seven"

"retreat"

Boss Wuhuan opened the defensive cover and retreated to the wormhole.

"Not good, the space is turbulent"

Before the boss finished shouting, everyone felt a blur in front of their eyes and saw a lot of clouds.

"Where is this place?"

"The mortal world?"

"Hahaha, we are developed. We are like gods in the mortal world. With this airship, we can completely establish a kingdom."

"Wuji, you just came from the mortal world, do you have a familiar foothold?"

"No, this mortal world is not the mortal world I came from"

"No problem, they are just a bunch of mortals, easy to deal with"

"But there is no aura here, how long can we support it, and can the spell be used?"

"It makes sense, quickly find a high mountain and park the airship, or you will be in trouble if you run out of spirit stones."

"Are we really not going back?"

"How about going back now, at least take a walk in this world of mortals and understand the situation before talking about it"