The young man turned around to talk to Nangongnan, when suddenly the giant orcs gathered into the black mist roared towards them.

His hand is a whip.

The black mist behemoths scattered into smoke, but soon gathered again.

"I'm going! What the hell."

After the previous behemoth was killed, a new one was born, and now it is like that again.

The boy's eyes widened, he turned over to avoid the behemoth's attack, and said loudly, "Miss Sister, can you still use your poems and poems?"

Nan Gongnan: "The old man is still over there urging the behemoth to endorse."

"Wouldn't it be that there is nothing to subdue this thing."

The young man slapped his whip to disperse the behemoth fiercely, "Let's just rush forward."

The uncle suddenly said loudly: "The little guys get out of the way, and the uncle will show you a hand."

The boy's eyes lit up, "Wow, uncle, you still have a baby."

His interest came immediately, and he likes watching other people's rewards work best.

The uncle took the long cigarette tube and knocked it in his hand, then put it on his mouth and took a sharp breath.

Those giant orcs made up of black mist turned into a plume of black smoke and plunged into the pipe.

"I'll go, Uncle Niu."

The uncle took the fire-folder and lit it, and took a few mouthfuls, "Finally, I took a puff of cigarettes," his face was quite comfortable.

Nangong Nanhe Youth: "???"

Can it be like this?

"Wait, there seems to be a black mist over here."

The boy ran over to check, and the black mist suddenly turned into a sharp arrow and hit his face.

"I go."

The boy reacted quickly and immediately avoided.

"Go, go, there are too many traps here."

Nangongnan suddenly stopped, curled his eyebrows and said, "The horn is shaking."

"Ok?"

The other two stopped immediately, holding their breath and feeling it carefully.

There was a violent tremor under his feet.

"Really shaking."

As soon as the boy's voice fell, the horn shook violently.

Nangongnan said: "The power outside is increasing. The Variety Rope won't last long if this goes on. We have to hurry up."

"Hurry up."

Just two steps, Nangongnan suddenly felt dizzy.

She subconsciously went to help the people around her, but was supported by the uncle next to her, and the uncle's unreal voice came from her ear, "Little guys, how come I don't feel like..."

Before he could finish speaking, he fell headlong.

Nangong Nanyan quickly supported him with a quick hand.

Kang Dang—

The boy on the other side fell down.

"Youth." The uncle shouted feebly.

Nangongnan gasped and said, "I want to find a way to wake myself up."

The young man raised his hand strenuously, spitting out difficult words in his mouth. "Miss sister, poke my thigh with your long knife... now only pain can make me sober."

Nangongnan didn't hesitate to get started.

The boy jumped up with a "wow", and the uncle chuckled palely, "It seems that the effect is good."

As soon as the voice fell, Nangongnan slapped him with a backhand.

Uncle: "..."

He took a few deep breaths and said, "Awake, let's go."

The three of them continued to move forward, their horns swaying more and more severely, and their hearts beating faster and faster.

The players outside are like ants on a hot pot.

"Everyone hold on!"

From time to time, players cheered loudly, and even the judge shouted to cheer.

Seeing such a warm judge, everyone was immediately confident and gritted their teeth to stimulate unlimited potential.

Their eyes fixed on the big horns, praying in their hearts that they would last longer.