"Roar!"
"Rumble!"
From afar, one could hear the roar of the Elite Magma Giant and the loud rumbles it made when it hurled its lava spears. It was as ruthless as a rocket barrage.
But the good news was that Bai Han was still alive. Even Wei Cheng admired him. That was the real glory of Ninth Hook Moving Mountain, capable of holding on for so long all by himself.
"Wei Cheng, do you have a plan?"
Chen Ce shouted anxiously.
"No!"
Wei Cheng replied and plunged into the battlefield. Xu Shan and Liu Sui, who were behind him, split towards the wings, waiting for an opportunity to strike.
Meanwhile, Yu Liang and Mei Renli followed them like two nannies, responsible for throwing Immovable Golden Bells to Liu Sui and Xu Shan.
Wei Cheng had planned this before. With fewer people, their tactics had to be simple. There was no need for flashy strategies.
"No? I—I'm screwed!"
