Amidst a burst of electric light and flint, Yang Qinglan leaped onto the basket sea star, landing next to the mermaid.
Without waiting for the mermaid, who looked panic-stricken, to speak, she whispered, "We also protect the basket sea star, help us!"
The mermaid's expression slightly softened, and he nodded.
Boom!
A blast sounded overhead, the two looked up to see flames flickering within the pit where Li Changzhou and the others were, resembling a furnace.
The sound of fists and feet colliding was like wood bursting open in the furnace, cracking loudly.
Zhu Xiongjie steadied his heart, licked his teeth, relaxed his crotch, and connected the small circulation.
His strength drilled into his left leg, sinking his body, like a tank, as if his spine had grown roots, deeply embedded into the ground.
He did not retreat an inch!
Li Changzhou had already entered "Concentration," forgetting everything like Black Death God, heavy machine guns, and king cobras at the back of his mind.
