"There are simply too many good things!"
An Jing was overwhelmed with emotion. All these armaments were now his. He was stuffing his Great Void Magical Instrument with items, one container at a time, which quickly became impossible to fit any more. This forced An Jing to discard all other commercially available weapons he had and arm the mercenaries present at the scene.
This scene shocked everyone there.
—What kind of quantity is this?!
The rockets, landmines, Thunder Beads, ammunition, self-destructing drones, and high explosives that An Jing pulled out had piled up into a small hill, something no one could have imagined; An Jing actually had such a large Great Void Magical Instrument, and it was filled to the brim with mountains of armaments.
What on earth is An Xuan planning to do? Does he carry all these things with him when he talks to us every day?
Mrs. Guang subconsciously shuddered, while the mercenaries nearby also swallowed hard.
