Not only did Li Changhe feel the intense shaking, but He Feng, who had already reached the edge of the deep pit, also saw the stones jumping at his feet.
He couldn't help but look up at Paperman Zhang, raising his hand to grab his left hand and twisting it forcefully.
"Crack!"
At that moment, Paperman Zhang's face turned pale. After his right shoulder had been pierced, his left hand had now been dislocated as well.
However, he didn't curse at He Feng. Instead, he looked at the splashing mud in the distance and sighed, "Damn it, the [Black Palace] master has screwed me over."
Indeed, he was blaming Volga. Had he known about Volga's destructive abilities earlier, his plans would have been very different. And after being caught by He Feng, he wouldn't have been forced to cooperate.
Actually, at this point, it didn't matter that much.
With World War II forces gone and only a few martial arts forces remaining, the Great Tang would dominate.
