Even Han Cai, who was at the Ninth Layer of Earthly Martial Realm, couldn't control himself and was involuntarily drawn towards the Black Fog Dragon Wind. Only Yang Chen could barely stand firm, but it was clear that if the Black Fog Dragon Wind got any closer, even he would have trouble resisting it.
"Save me."
"No, save me!" The team members struggled desperately, but their strength was insignificant in front of the Black Fog Dragon Wind.
Seeing this, Yang Chen's expression turned grim, and he couldn't help but sigh as he remembered what they had said earlier.
None of them wanted to die in this heavenly catastrophe and earthly calamity; they all had the heart to fight on the battlefield!
Left with no choice, Yang Chen took a step forward, abandoning the idea of escape, and launched a Shapeshifting Liquid Fire. Layers of liquid fire, like claws, firmly grasped the team members, and then were controlled by Yang Chen to throw them to the back.
