"Hmph, just a bunch of grasshoppers after autumn, what's there to be proud of!"
Voices of disdain rose one after another, the contempt in their eyes was unreserved.
They gripped the knife handles tightly, eager yet not in a hurry to make a move.
After all, the tall masked man's skills were formidable, and his subordinates were all skilled fighters.
They couldn't breach the opponent's defense so easily.
The atmosphere at the scene was cold and murderous, the sweltering air couldn't mask the chilling presence.
"Why are you here? You're being reckless."
Yanlan flew over, watching Cheng Xiaoxiao drag her sickly body onto the battlefield, his expression turned unpleasant.
"I'm fine." Cheng Xiaoxiao showed a pale smile.
It made others feel even more sorry.
Yanlan's heart involuntarily tightened.
Sikong Yinlong and Dongfang Xu also swept over simultaneously.
Cheng Xiaoxiao raised the flowerpot in her hand.
"This time, I brought a big weapon."
