The embrace Zhu Pengpei fantasized about did not materialize; Chun Ling's meat bomb tank hit directly, almost knocking out Zhu Pengpei's bile.
The next second, Jing Du's sword thrust into Zhu Pengpei's belly button.
Ling Chong's gun, with its tip embedded in Zhu Pengpei's body, looked like a stirring stick.
The old monk's monk's knife sliced off Zhu Pengpei's spiral-shaped little tail.
And the punch of that side-character elder only added a bruise to Zhu Pengpei's face, like a typical side character.
Chun Ling fainted straight away, while Jing Du and the other three retreated cautiously, thinking how could such a strong creature have been so easily hit, was he just a paper tiger?
Only then did they see that Zhu Pengpei wasn't unwilling to defend but simply couldn't.
The chains on his body emitted a faint black glow, tightly constricting him, resembling a mascot from a certain tire company that dabbles in food reviews.
