The talisman paper, incredibly precious in others' eyes, was purely a consumable for Li Zhiyuan, so abundant it became basic equipment for everyone on the team.
Because there was a girl at home who would ceaselessly draw them for him.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!... "
A series of explosions rang out.
The pig-headed man let out a wail, its inhaling nostrils loosening accordingly.
Li Zhiyuan, freed from restraint, flew backward. He didn't correct his posture in the air to forcibly land stably but instead rolled several times on the ground to dissipate the momentum before squatting up, saving energy this way.
Turning his head slightly, the young man glanced at his right hand, which had been blasted, bleeding profusely, with blood continuously dripping onto the ground from his five fingers.
This time, without Run Sheng, Yin Meng, and Zhuangzhuang standing in front of him, sustaining injuries when he needed to face the threat himself was a normal occurrence.
