"We also have the Dragon Wing to back us up, you think we're afraid of you?"
"You Southeast Asians are just cannon fodder, what the hell are you up to?"
Everyone started cursing.
"Goddamn it!"
Wu Hongfu spat profanities.
At this moment, it would actually be best for the three below Dragon Level—him, Wang Qing, and that Dongying guy to go together. But if he did so, his team members would surely feel miffed.
"Let's wait for the next wave!"
Wu Hongfu made a decision, directing his team members to step back: "Hurry up!"
Wu Hongfu's command held sway, and his team members obediently stepped down.
Thirty seconds passed, and the magic formation hadn't stirred.
"What's happening?"
"Could it be broken?"
"Damn it, can you stop jinxing us?"
Everyone immediately grew tense.
If this magic formation is broken, it's going to be a huge problem.
Lin Baici and Kreiser have both gone, and the rest of these people have no confidence in finding a new way out.
"Fuck!"
