It serenely embraced death and scrappage, with no regrets.
Only wisps of spiritual essence flowed out from the barrel, effortlessly blending into Ji Jue's abilities, instantly making the emblem of the Superior crowd brighter and more intricate.
His experience bar massively increased!
"Phew..."
Ji Jue slowly released his hold, carefully dismantled it, and put it back into the bag, having promised Laila to return it exactly as it was borrowed.
Then, he heard returning footsteps.
"You're so slow, Feng bro," he complained.
"You can't blame me."
Lu Feng dragged a lifeless Jiang Jin, panting, "This old guy runs damn fast, as agile as a freaking athlete; I almost didn't catch up."
"The other one?" Ji Jue asked.
