"Damn it! What the hell is wrong with those useless fools?"
Kong Hao was beside himself with rage. He watched helplessly as the forces behind him scattered like a disturbed swarm of bees, while Long Ji and the other dragons drove toward them like a sharp blade.
"We were so close to crushing them!"
Kong Hao's voice trembled as he roared,
"They couldn't even handle something so simple. They're nothing but a pack of useless trash!"
His anger was not without reason. Just moments ago, they had finally battered Shui Yanbin, Guo Mumo, and the others until they were covered in wounds, and their enemies had begun retreating steadily.
Kong Hao had been utterly confident that before long, they would wipe these enemies out completely.
Reality, however, dealt him a crushing blow. Long Ji's sudden arrival was like lightning splitting the night sky, instantly tearing through their carefully arranged encirclement.
Shui Yanbin and the others had gained a chance to catch their breath, giving them a slender thread of hope.
"Are all our efforts going to go to waste?"
Wu Changlong stared helplessly at the enormous dragons rampaging across the battlefield, despair welling up inside him.
A wound on his thigh, deep enough to expose bone, kept leaking blood, staining the earth beneath his feet red.
"No, we absolutely cannot give up like this!
Kong Hao, Wu Changlong, keep surrounding and killing Shui Yanbin and the others. Leave those oversized worms to me!"
Cheng Shuangshuang's voice suddenly rang through the chaos like a thunderclap.
Although seven or eight hideous wounds covered her body and blood had soaked her clothes red, her gaze remained as firm as iron.
"They're just twenty-odd oversized worms. What is there to fear?"
Cheng Shuangshuang swept her hand forward and barked,
"**Follow me and slay