"Then you better find a psychologist quickly, it's okay, a little less rain won't cause a big problem."
Jiang Congshu said and was about to rush out to start fighting, but Bai Xiuchu's somewhat excited voice stopped him in his tracks, and it did the same to everyone else.
"Why don't you try inviting gods?"
Anyone else would surely think that this group of world-famous psychotics were having a collective breakdown at the moment of crisis.
In this world, where were there any gods?
Even those at the Mythical Level, who could change the gravitational environment of a planet, were far from the omnipotence of gods.
But they all knew which god Bai Xiuchu was referring to.
No.8 was taken aback for a moment, but then his face broke into a smile, the wrinkles turning into blooming flowers.
He looked up at the sky with a smile, murmuring something expectantly that no one could hear, but everyone could see the anomalies forming in the sky.
