Mountain peak, within the barrier.
A group of Beast God Masters with bared fangs and fleshy wings on their backs were quarreling.
"Boss, what do we do now? They actually discovered our weakness. Many brothers died in Evil Dragon Valley. We must seek revenge..."
"That's right, we must seek revenge!"
"Boss, say something..."
"Boss, speak..."
"Boss..."
Sitting on a chair, a pale young man covered his cheek and glanced at his followers, suddenly bursting into curses.
"Get lost! Can't you see I have a mouth ulcer? What nonsense are you talking!"
They looked at each other, momentarily speechless.
Their fangs were so long that they frequently suffered from mouth ulcers, causing great distress.
Even though they were Beast God Masters of the Vajra Realm, with physical qualities or healing abilities dozens of times stronger than ordinary people,
the genetic defect meant their fangs would harm their mouth, and it was hard to heal.
