"Pooh-Pooh——"
With two gusts of wind, Doomsday Messenger, who had just picked himself up, was once again thrown out.
"Pooh-pooh-pooh——"
With three gusts of wind, Doomsday Messenger crashed into a protruding rock wall, whether front or back, it was a bloody mess.
"It… it's beginning to hurt!"
"Ohhh… I'm so happy…"
"But it's not enough! Hurt me more! Hurt me more!"
…
Like a sandbag being battered back and forth, it didn't take long for Doomsday Messenger to become battered again.
Ye Hanjun pondered this situation.
Each time it could not be summoned, would Huazhu have to cripple it, before sending it back to sleep?
However…
The concerns of yesterday can be dispelled.
When Huazhu first started beating him, the 'Demon Servant' showed signs of accelerated flow of power.
