The spring is vibrant.
The originally dim and dead underground suddenly bursts with such light and bustle, reminiscent of the brightness of Qingming Festival outings.
In light of this, Fu Qian, who had clearly been anticipating for a long time, directly shouted to let out his chest feelings without moving a single step.
Gospel Blast!
In the midst of the rolling waves of sound, an even more exaggerated commotion than before directly hit the White Bone Centipede along the tunnel carved out by the stone pillars.
And after encouraging the opponent into frantic thrashing, it continued to penetrate deeply into the distance, with lingering echoes.
At the same time, Fu Qian's body was also overwhelmed by the torrent.
"...Are you okay?"
Standing to the side, Professor Lisa couldn't help but be infected by the festive atmosphere until the torrent dispersed, and she finally reacted to comfort Fu Qian, who faced the onslaught.
