"Su Rong!" At this point, Alexander couldn't care less about wasting Ghost Food due to frequent use, and shouted directly.
"Understood!" With Su Rong's soft shout, in the midst of speeding, Su Rong's hand slammed down, and surging magma rushed quickly towards the ground.
Su Rong's attack was much more violent than Lu Ban's attack.
The scorching heat of the magma directly melted the racetrack on the ground, and the motorcycles that followed only traveled a few meters in the magma before they were wrapped in layers of magma and quickly turned into ashes.
After such interception several times in a row, Lu Ban was obviously overloaded.
The phantom emerged from the motorcycle and said helplessly, "Boss, I can't do it, the skills are used too frequently, and my body is greatly damaged. Even with your amazing Ghost Food supplementing ghost gas, it's too late!"
