There was no sound around. The demon descendants who specialized in sensory abilities checked the surrounding abnormalities.
Wright Green went to the clothes scattered on the ground, picked them up and smelled them. The clothes smelled of its owner's sweat. There was no abnormality.
"There were no traces of fighting, no screams, no Qi fluctuations, no smells…" Wright Green said in a deep voice, "I would rather believe that they ran away naked together."
"What boring American humor," scoffed Faul Anderson.
"It's still better than some poor country thinking about their bitter enemies all day every day." Wright Green shrugged.
Perhaps the only one who could say something like that was this guy from America, the center of the world's economy.
"Gentlemen, let's not bicker now…" Eva Carpe just finished, and suddenly someone stifled a laughter beside her. She turned around and looked at Li Peiyun with a cold and serious face.