Before Zhu Rong could speak, Liu Wuxie took him to the Tiandao Society.

After closing the main hall, it was just the two of them, and no one could know about the conversation that followed.

After sizing each other up, Liu Wuxie discovered that Zhu Rong's strength was even more unfathomable and much stronger than before he left.

It seems that after returning to the tribe, I learned some new things, or inherited some of the tribe's traditions.

"Wuxie, in addition to me, I have brought back some people. They need a lot of witchcraft energy."

Zhu Rong opened a special bag. Liu Wuxie had seen it before. This kind of bag made by the Wu clan was very strange and could hold a large number of living creatures.

Nearly a hundred people came out one after another from the bags.

The aura around them is strong and tyrannical. Although not as good as Zhu Rong, they are not weak either.

Although Liu Wuxie guessed that Zhu Rong would bring the Wu clan here, he still couldn't help but take a breath after seeing so many masters.

"How much witchcraft energy do you need every day?"

Liu Wuxie frowned and pretended to be embarrassed.

The witchcraft world was born in the wild world. The witchcraft energy in it is inexhaustible and inexhaustible, but there is no intention to take it out directly.

Things that are too easy to obtain are often not cherished by others.

If you want the Wu Clan to do things for you, you must know how to do it.

Zhu Rong also knew that bringing so many people here to ask for witchcraft energy would definitely put Liu Wuxie in trouble.

For the great cause of the Wu clan, he could only risk his old face.

The powerful wizards present here have lived for countless years. If the wizard world had not disappeared, they would not be in such a mess. They have already reached the level of God Emperor or even higher.

Without the nourishment of witchcraft, they can only survive.
Chapter completed!