"Everything is ready!"
Lin Lei looked at the army of 100,000 potion-takers who had completed their evolution and immediately gave the attack command:
"#￥%&*..."
Xuan Zheng and the four Eighth Realm War Gods were in a daze; what kind of gibberish was His Majesty speaking? Completely incomprehensible.
Watching as the army of 100,000 potion-takers roared like 100,000 fierce beasts, charging madly towards Red Water City.
Xuan Zheng asked, "Your Majesty, what language were you just speaking?"
"It's a language specifically designed to command the 'potion men,' and 'potion men' only follow commands given in this language," Lin Lei said with a smile.
"Potion men?"
Xuan Zheng and the four Eighth Realm War Gods exchanged a glance, and Xuan Zheng asked:
"Your Majesty, what exactly are potion men? And what potion did you give to them?"
