The urgent warning voice carried away endless worries and anxiety, it was indeed Hong Meihua. Little Lang respected Hong Meihua greatly and immediately realized that the off-road vehicle had been tampered with. He was shocked, but being less than five meters away from the vehicle, running back was not the ideal choice. At this moment, Little Lang's trained combat instincts came into play; he made a tiger pounce to the ground, hugging his head with both hands, his body curled up tightly against the ground.
"Boom—" Almost simultaneously, a massive explosion sound erupted, and a powerful shockwave and heat roared up. Little Lang clearly felt the scorching heat roaring behind him, his scalp tingling with fear. That feeling of brushing past Death God was uncomfortable. Little Lang felt all his muscles tense tightly, sweating coldly, filled with endless dread. As a rookie on the battlefield, Little Lang couldn't face Death God as calmly as Luo Zheng and others.
