Upon seeing the situation around him, Zhang Lisheng, who was in danger, cautiously pulled open the zipper of his diagonal backpack and reached for a round faith stone.
Gripping the round stone, the Wizard Li's god started to have a feeling that he had everything in his control. The smoke floating around him that other ordinary people could not see provided him a gloomy and dark atmosphere that dispersed in an instant without a trace.
At this time, a large group of dirty and dusty firefighters carried several corpses as they walked down the stairs to the first floor. Before they could even pant exhausting for breaths, a balding firefighter commander in his sixties who still had a sturdy and robust body walked up and asked loudly, "Han, how's the situation on the seventh floor?"
