"Is this what a Seventh-Grade Martial Artist is? Too powerful."
Jiang Shang watched as two Great Hans moved through the players like Heavenly Gods descending to the mortal world, his eyes shining brightly, "Fire the arrows!"
He had chatted with Pu Dongyun before and asked in detail about the physical features of the three escorts. He recognized them instantly.
Although he didn't know why Black Tiger Peng Chun hadn't shown up, cutting off his left and right arms was definitely the right move!
Pfft, pfft!
The players' arrows fell like rain, without the slightest regard for hitting their own teammates.
And Chen Fei was about to curse his own mother.
They charged among the players, thinking that everyone mixed together would make those shooting the arrows think twice.
But they didn't expect that when players went crazy, killing their own was the norm!
Pfft!
