Little Fatty crawled halfway out of the black flesh, a faint smile still playing on his face.
He grabbed his upper jaw with one hand and his lower jaw with the other. With a forceful pull, he tore his mouth open incredibly wide, as if unzipping it. This was not Little Fatty's true body, but a temporary shell constructed from Black Demon.
A petite figure crawled out of Little Fatty's gaping mouth. She glanced around, then smiled sweetly.
"Good afternoon, everyone."
The moment the petite girl finished speaking, red ghosts drifted out from every part of her body. With Little Fatty covering her, no one dared attack her recklessly.
Boom, boom, boom...
The explosions continued for several minutes before finally subsiding. The casualties on the Apocalypse Paradise side were not severe, but their fighting spirit had taken a brutal hit.
The six members of the Suicide Squad were not the strongest, but they were definitely the strangest and most ruthless.
It had to be understood that only Little Fatty and the ghost girl had acted so far. The Poison Master, Evil Living Species, Black Parasite, and Taliban Player had yet to make a move.
Although they could not inflict heavy casualties on Apocalypse Paradise, they could drive its morale into the ground.
As the smoke from the explosions dispersed, Little Fatty and the ghost girl had vanished. The place where they had been standing had been reduced to scorched earth.
"Wah~"
A little boy sat on the scorched earth, hugging his knees with his head buried against them as he sobbed.
Seeing the little boy, Nameless Saint's head began to buzz. He wanted to know what kind of monstrosity this was supposed to be this time.
"They all bully me, and you bully me too."
The little boy burst into