Wu Liuzhi looked at Xu Shu, who was just less than twenty meters away, whether he stretched his head or shrank it, it was still a knife, yet he couldn't find an opportunity to sneak attack him, grinding his teeth in hate.
But even though hatred arose in his heart, his body was forced to follow Xu Shu's rhythm, performing a series of movements like twisting his waist, lifting his hips, shaking his head, and shrugging his shoulders.
At first glance, it was like Xu Shu was leading a dance in front, while he was performing at the back.
The two moved one after the other, their actions identical.
It looked somewhat comical, but in reality, it was filled with danger.
For Xu Shu, he was also in a bind now.
An expert at rank fifty-one on the Earthly List was just twenty meters behind, eyeing him fiercely.
If he dared to stop his actions and lose firepower suppression, what would inevitably follow would be Wu Liuzhi's volcanic-like strong counterattack.
