"Damn it!" The frogmen couldn't stand it any longer and erupted on the spot, "Brothers, charge! Crush those bastards!"
A shout full of anger.
Immediately after, all the frogmen, as if injected with adrenaline, charged forward.
They got smarter, avoiding direct confrontation with the water jets, finding ways to dodge them, and seizing gaps to move forward.
Mo Shangjun lifted her hand to touch her nose, raised an eyebrow, and smiled.
She was a bit interested too.
As they rushed forward, a few frogmen felt a weight on their shoulders, something flipping over their heads. In their surprise, they looked ahead to see a figure weaving through the crowd, using them as support points, effortlessly flipping past them. Agile and light, the figure quickly leaped to the front.
