Six people surged forward in intense competition.
Yan Yu was the first to break through the fray to the center; with a long arm stretched out, his whole body lunged toward the splash of red.
However, at that moment, an unexpected change occurred.
Si Bai suddenly spoke, "Xiao Wu, go for the flag, and I'll cover you."
Immediately after, a thin figure emerged and was propelled toward the center of the flag.
To avoid colliding with the other, Yan Yu had to slow down and swerve aside.
Si Bai's eyes flickered, and glancing at the fair ankle not far away, he grabbed hold of Zhao Qi, who was embracing him, turned over, and pulled hard.
The weight of two men came crashing down hard on the young man's foot.
"Crack—" a crisp sound of bone breaking.
In an instant, Yan Yu's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and he clenched his teeth, letting out a muffled grunt.
Zhao Qi, taken aback, realized he had bumped into someone and hastily got up.
How could this happen?
