"F*ck, is this really a Desolate Beast?" Zhou Fatty looked up at the sky, his eyes reflecting the increasingly large, fiery red magma. Even his skin cast a fiery glow.
"Retreat!"
Unsure of the enemy's strength, Lin Hao did not dare to be careless and let out a long howl as he swiftly retreated.
But Zhou Fatty seemed oblivious to the concept of retreat. As he was about to be drenched in what seemed like magma drool, he rolled forward and charged right under the belly of the Desolate Beast.
Zhou Quan might be overweight, but his speed was not slow in the slightest, and his movements were extremely agile. Underneath the beast's belly, he dodged being crushed several times.
But with so many Desolate Beasts, they were not to be taken lightly. One of them, with a tail like an alien's, whipped its tail like a swift lash, constantly thrashing about under the big beast's belly, nearly spearing Zhou Fatty through several times.
