Luo Jingwen had taken a few steps when he realized nobody was behind him. He stopped and turned around, shouting anxiously, "Chen Shouyi, what are you doing? Run!"
"Hold my bag for me." Chen Shouyi tossed the briefcase containing Shell Girl.
Luo Jingwen reached out to catch it. Watching Chen Shouyi's body swell rapidly as his clothes burst apart, he suddenly understood. "You're going to fight a demigod? You've gone mad!"
"She's already injured. I have a chance," Chen Shouyi said gravely.
If he didn't kill her now, it would be very difficult for humanity to take her down given her mobility. Next time, she would certainly be more cautious.
Besides, he hadn't forgotten the fear and frustration of these past few days, spent hiding and running for his life.
With such a good opportunity right in front of him, how could he let it slip by?
He'd wanted to try killing a god for a long time!
He drew his sword and quickly hid around the corner.
Hearing this, Luo Jingwen fell silent. Knowing there was no talking him out of it, he retreated dozens of meters with the briefcase in hand, his heart in his throat.
Amid the dense roar of cannon fire, heavy footsteps pounded closer and closer, and an oppressive presence gradually filled the air.
Chen Shouyi took a deep breath, then slowly let it out.
With each breath in and out, his mood quickly settled.
There was always a streak of madness in his character. Back when he was still a Martial Apprentice, he had dared to venture alone into an unknown Space Channel. When the barbarians posed a threat, he had even dared to go to the Small Island himself and slaughter them.
As long as he had a decent chance, he couldn't help