"Right, Batian, you needn't worry, with so many of us, if there's any danger, we can handle it," another tall girl said.
Mo Huasong looked at these somewhat self-important girls and couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time.
Back then, he could take on a hundred by himself, and they were only thirty-something; how could they be as formidable as him?
However, since the group of girls was so keen to help him, it felt rude to reject their offer.
After all, having that many girls helping him and working by his side did save him a lot of trouble.
Soon, Mo Huasong and his party had disappeared ahead.
The girls who couldn't follow gritted their teeth and said, "No, we can't lose to those women. We're going to go back and train hard, we must hurry to increase our strength, I want to become an Earth Immortal, I want to be a fairy."
"Right, only by becoming fairies can we keep up with the pace of the male god," the other girls clenched their fists, making silent resolves.