Quasi-imperial mutant beast?

Doesn't that mean that this is a level five interstellar beast?

What Li Zhi was thinking about was not fear, but money. This was money. If a level 5 interstellar beast was sold, how much would it be worth? It would have to be at least tens of billions, right?

Do it!

This was the first thought in Li Zhi's mind!

That's right, just do it,

Kill pigs and sell their meat.

"Boss, are you sure our 'protective shield' can withstand it?" Shi Sha asked softly. It wasn't that she didn't believe what Li Zhi said, but that the quasi-emperor mutated pig outside hit her too hard.

Li Zhi nodded and said with a flat smile: "Don't worry, I said the protective shield can resist the emperor-level mutant beasts, it means it can resist the emperor-level mutant beasts!"

"Concentrate your firepower and hit this 'big fat pig'!"

Li Zhi's voice spread far away, but it was not an order to the evolvers in the safe zone, but an order to the people in his company!

"Boss, should we go over and help?"

The subordinate looked at the wild python and asked.

The mad python gritted its teeth and said loudly: "Nonsense, don't you fucking understand the meaning of lips dying and teeth cold? All those with long-range attack powers should go over and help fight the mutated pigs!"

"yes!"

"Everyone with a gun should go over and help!"

There are not a few people who give orders like this to the Crazy Python. Everyone knows that if this quasi-emperor mutated pig is not driven away, then everyone will have to answer here today.

Looking at the people who came over to 'help', Li Zhi felt a little unhappy. What are you doing, sister? What are you doing here to grab monsters?

But when people say they are here to help, he can't refuse them openly, right?

Oh, that's too bad!
Chapter completed!