The sarcasm had hardly been voiced when it instantly provoked a wave of anger.
Quite a few saints, who felt grateful to Lv Zhong, immediately looked over with cold eyes at the newcomer, only to see Vermilion Thousand Hands sitting atop a colossal winged spider, her face grim as she coldly regarded Lv Zhong.
To her rear, there were actually several other saints of the Insect Clan, all of whom were looking at Lv Zhong with unfriendly gazes.
"Heh, indeed, I relied on the power of the magical treasure to save everyone; still, it's much better than certain saints who dare not take action themselves, but ceaselessly split their divine consciousness or send saintly avatars to capture the relatives of others to threaten them..." Lv Zhong's face wore a smile, but his voice was extremely chilling.
He had not expected Vermilion Thousand Hands to appear, let alone dare to mock him at this time. His killing intent surged violently within him.
