He truly hadn't expected his companions to think so highly of him.
He was dumbfounded.
Completely dumbfounded by them.
He even felt they were mocking him.
"Just asking, after all, you're the fastest runner here,"
Hu Xiang looked at his companions.
He didn't answer.
Some things weren't as simple as wanting to talk about them; sometimes, saying too much was nothing but humiliating yourself.
"How terrifying, are tyrants this fragile?" Zhou Zhou exclaimed.
Possibly no one observed more closely and seriously than Zhou Zhou.
The Awakeners looked toward the battlefield with solemn expressions. Indeed, the seemingly fierce and terrifying tyrant had no room to resist. To them, it seemed as easy and effortless as hunting ordinary zombies.
While for them, hunting a tyrant felt like hunting ordinary zombies.
The gap between people was immense.
There was an insurmountable chasm.
Mao Jingjing, breathing heavily, said, "Dad, if this is a dream, I'd rather never wake up in my life."
