Chapter 1038: Vita's War 13

To the south, a large airship was flying along, led by the imperious Essence Stalker. The man himself was standing at the bow of the ship, looking down at the mas slaughter by the guns with a cold frown. His arms were folded and his eyes slightly narrowed, and he radiated an oppressive atmosphere that made it hard for others to approach him. 

Of course, that was for most. Some people did not care about his power, prestige or even presence at all, like… 

"Tsk, look at this fellow acting all cool and uppity. Only a RETARD would do such a thing, when one can just sit in their goddamn high chair and make the despot pose. Sigh, the age of social media has ruined kids of today!" Fitter lamented as she stood beside Slim Fatty, shaking his head at Essence's back. 

The other core members had their lips twitch and Slim Fatty rubbed the back of her head with a wry smile. Meanwhile, Essence shuddered as his face became ashen.