Zhong Yuanliang was knocked to the ground by the Eighteen Riders of the Ghostly Mask, his face full of unwillingness.
He screamed in his heart, "Why is it always me?"
Dugu Wushang saw this and quickly came to Zhong Yuanliang's side, his eyes fixed on the nineteen people opposite them, yet he said, "Are you okay?"
"I won't die, but..." Zhong Yuanliang said with a face full of reluctance.
At this moment, Qin Han, seeing Zhong Yuanliang's expression, said calmly, "It's not your fault this time. Among those present, only Wushang can withstand them."
"If the Eighteen Riders of the Ghostly Mask could be defeated by you with just a casual move, then they wouldn't be the Eighteen Riders of the Ghostly Mask."
After hearing Qin Han's words, Zhong Yuanliang felt a little better in his heart.
Finally, Qin Han slowly walked toward the Eighteen Riders of the Ghostly Mask, and when he arrived in front of everyone.
