“Now that you mention it, it seems to be true! Cousin, you are too fast. The next time you meet such a small fry, just let me do it. Please rest!”Zhao Lin’s eyes lit up as he pulled Meng Jingtian.
“Okay!”Meng Jingtian only glanced at him and smiled.
The Namibian team was completely a pauper who had just been teleported in. They did not have anything on them. Meng Jingtian led the group into the jungle.
Who knew that they were actually at the edge of the forest. Once they walked out of the forest, they found themselves in an incomparably flat grassland.
The grass wasn’t high, only reaching to their ankles. With a glance, one could see several teams in the distance. They seemed to have reached a consensus that they wouldn’t be the second team to be eliminated and would move in different directions.
However, the arrival of Meng Jingtian and the others had undoubtedly broken this balance.
