The flames dissipated, leaving only a black mark on the ground.
Zhang Peng, Mo Yuan, and Yang Wei swallowed their saliva as they watched. Of course, they were not hungry, but frightened.
"Who else wants to die?"
The voice that sounded from under the black cloak became increasingly hoarse.
The three of them trembled and instinctively shook their heads.
Zhang Peng coughed lightly and said solemnly, "Let's retreat first and think about how to deal with this first."
Mo Yuan and Yang Wei nodded vigorously, "That's right!"
Hearing the three people's orders, the other martial artists also heaved a sigh of relief and hurriedly retreated. They only stopped after retreating from the attack range of Flame Explosion.
Zhang Peng said, "I think we still need to rely on the people on the south wall and the three managers to attack the White Crane Town. Am I right?"
