"What kind of bug is this!!!" While the Roll-Knife Fiend cursed in pain, several fragmented blades on its face flew out in response, quivering towards Ye Qian like porcupine quills.
As for the so-called 'flying dragon in the sky,' it was already in the air, unable to move. Seeing the broken blades coming towards him, Ye Qian could only twist his body and simultaneously swing the electric baton to block.
But even so, his legs and both arms were still struck by the blades. Mid-fall, he turned into a rolling dragon, tumbling back to the reception desk and clenching his teeth as he pressed down on his wounds.
"This hurts, Sister Yin... How can we fight this?"
On the other side, the remaining three bodies of the fiend also hurled blades at Yin Li, forcing her to awkwardly leap away and take cover behind a distant sofa.
The team's lack of defense became glaringly obvious once again.
