The cricket dragons truly went all out. In just ten days, they completed the division of the Yang Thunder in that box.
Although the distribution was somewhat frustrating, with the largest portion being ten times the smallest, they were varied, and none could serve as a standard.
But at least they were separated.
And the consumption wasn't high, which was Wang Wu's request.
"What do you plan to do next? With this method of division, it's a wonder if those three hundred Three Calamities Long Sails can run."
Qingxue came to Wang Wu's side, and the little spiritual dragon Qingluo had already recovered to its original state. It just didn't dare to jump anymore and obediently squatted on the mast.
Looking up at Qingxue, Wang Wu felt that there was something bright about her today. She looked radiant and especially attractive, though he didn't know why.
This kind of situation had only happened once before, in the Great Wilderness Sin Prison Tower.
