Chu Feng felt that he had not reached his limit.
He shouted with all his might, however, the others did not think so.
Seeing Chu Feng's miserable appearance, the crowd felt that they were already sorry enough not to come to his rescue.
How could they dare to add more enemies to Chu Feng?
If Chu Feng died, those golden-armored commanders would skin the person who "troubled" Chu Feng alive!
Who would do such a thankless thing?
Anyway, he could still hold on for now, so he pretended not to hear it.
As such, Chu Feng felt extremely helpless.
I wanted to help you share the burden of your opponents, but none of you appreciate it?!
Forget it.
Although the twelve quasi-god spiritual bodies improved slowly, they were safe.
Chu Feng could only comfort himself like this.
He took a look at the progress.
[Host's development progress: 3.9%]
