Streams of electricity were flickering continuously on her body.
Regarding the refusal to help on the island led by Huafang, they had always had some opinions to a certain extent.
Especially since there were several times when, if only they had gone up to cover the retreat, they could have saved a lot of people, but they were utterly unwilling.
This had nearly cost her and many of her comrades their lives up there.
On one side, Xu Duojin frowned, tens of thousands of black threads wriggling behind him and numerous black long hands stretching out, as if wanting to speak, but suddenly sensing something, he did not continue speaking.
By this time, an Eighth Level "Divine Strike" on the side also edged closer.
Despite some past grievances, at times like this, they must direct the spearhead outwards.
And upon hearing the other party's words, Colin was stunned, then his expression turned peculiar.
