"Damn it, Spilt Water Can't Be Regained, you wait for me! I swear I won't stop until I kick you out of the game!"
Zhang Meng was in a precarious situation, with many demon soldiers chasing him from behind. He could only vent his anger on Su Ran in the sky verbally, unable to do anything substantial to him.
"Oh dear, Crane God, no need to be so worked up when you see me, right? Why are you shouting so loud? You nearly scared me into falling down. You'll be responsible if I crash into the flowers and plants, right?"
Even though Su Ran said this, his fireball magic continuously ignited, with each fireball carrying a tremendous force unreservedly rocketing towards Zhang Meng below.
"Hmph!"
Zhang Meng snorted coldly. Before the fireballs hit him, he rolled into the bushes, disappearing under their cover.
Without a target to attack, the dozen demon soldiers pursuing Zhang Meng could only stop, swaying around aimlessly on the spot.
"Good skill, you managed to break the hate lock."