Central courtyard.
"More and more people from the Insect Organization are showing up!"
"Is the president... still fighting?"
Chen Chaoxun wielded his scythe as he clashed with Huo Huan.
The spiritual pressures of the two Human Dragons tore at each other, whipping up a storm.
Their technique domains collided as though it were commonplace.
High above.
Hua Qianqiu seemed perfectly at ease. Using six Plague-Slaying Blades to control the trajectory of [Bat Crown King], he sensed the battle on the other side.
Within the entire Patient Association, Hua Qianqiu was naturally the one closest to Zhou Zhi.
Is it over...? As expected, that brat Huo Hu isn't easy to deal with.
Hua Qianqiu thought.
Below.
"Lord Huo will definitely kill your so-called president!"
Gao Shi wore a crazed expression as he slammed punch after punch into Wen Liuchun.
Little Koala's mouth twisted in anger.
"Damn ittt... If Little Chun weren't only Dragon-class right now—ah, sorry, Little Chun. I didn't mean anything by that."
The Imperial Crown Armor fusion was gradually reaching its limit as well.
Wen Liuchun no longer had enough Power of Pestilence to sustain the Disease Domain [Wide-Area Silence]. If this continued, they truly would be headed for a dead end.
Nearby, the scurvy captain [Huo Huan] was also suppressing Number Eight, Chen Chaoxun.
"You... can't die here!"
"I'm going to drain you dry and breed descendants for us!!"
Huo Huan's savage words made Chen Chaoxun's expression change.
That hook-wielding scurvy woman was way too deviant.
Who would want to breed with her?!
Ahead, scarlet light sliced through the night like a blade.
Just as Chen Chaoxun was about to counterattack, a pitch-black shadow appeared.
Lean and tall.
His face was blurred beyond recognition.
This man simply appeared in the central courtyard.
With one hand...
More precisely, one