Under the influence of crippling fear, Lucifer and his three subordinates were robbed clean of their equipment. They were only left with a pair of trousers on. The crowd control on them slowly wore off.
At this moment, Lucifer was in no condition to continue fighting. Although he had good battle judgement, all these counted for nothing in his current state.
"What you guys are doing is not right!" Lucifer stifled a tear in his eye and pointed accusingly at Frost Blade.
"…" When the audiences heard his words, they were startled.
Lucifer dared to utter such words when he himself was not a virtuous man.
"Oh…" Frost Blade began to rummage through Lucifer's backpack.
"You guys will get your retribution!" Lucifer growled angrily upon seeing that Frost Blade did not respond to his cries.
"Sigh… This guy has a problem in his brain…" Wang Yu glanced disdainfully at Lucifer.
