"Mad, you bunch of shit!"
In a fit of rage, Fran couldn't help but curse loudly, yet Treasure Land Protector Number 28 remained expressionless, as if he hadn't heard Fran's outburst at all.
Fran, consumed by anger, charged fiercely to the front of the defense barrier. He waved streams of energy and struck them hard against the barrier, only to see not the slightest ripple.
Level 8... compared to Level 11... aside from some outliers, it is simply an insurmountable gap!
Treasure Land Protector Number 28 didn't pay much attention to Fran. He just gazed in a certain direction until a high-pitched dragon's roar rang out. A black figure carrying a tiny Ants rushed rapidly before the Treasure Land Protector.
"Gentlemen, the higher-ups have commanded, please cooperate with the inspection... Uh, though this order is a bit odd, there's nothing I can do, can everyone just try to understand each other?"
