"Trash!" roared Mao Gangqiang as he furiously slapped the alien into mincemeat.

He had sent 80 Gods and 5,000 Saints after that group of humans, yet they had been defeated just like that. He couldn't accept this result.

In his eyes, an alien was as good as 10 humans. Even if the humans had 10,000 or 20,000 people, the group he had sent should have been enough. The other aliens turned murderous after hearing about the defeat. All of them volunteered to go against the stray group of humans. When the young Gods heard about the result of the ambush, complicated expressions covered their faces.

"I did not expect that Xiang Shaoyun would really be able to kill those aliens. His victory comes just in time...