"Ha, the Mountain God of this world has long been defined by others, it's merely a special kind of demon or monster."
Yang Yuan sneered, "If anyone truly treats it as a 'god', they probably wouldn't even know how they died."
"Caw caw caw caw!!!"
Suddenly, five kilometers away, the Funeral Crow started announcing bad news again.
Yang Yuan and Jiayan exchanged a glance, "If it's not that the team next door is about to attack, it's likely that a beast tide is about to erupt."
Jiayan hesitated and said, "I want to verify your suspicion; whether something really vanishes when those Exotic Beasts and Fierce Birds die."
"You have a way to verify?" Yang Yuan's eyes lit up.
"Did you forget? My ability is One Short of Ten, labeled as Perfect and Deficient. I can make things perfect or make them deficient, and this ability can be used halfway."
