The crowd was chatting, while the tug-of-war over there was still ongoing, with no winner or loser in sight.
Zhou Leng looked over and asked, "Was it like this before?"
"Yeah, the same. They couldn't decide the winner, and in the end, everyone just charged forward, and nobody got through."
Zhou Leng didn't want to just sit around and waste time.
After a brief thought, he used the Demonized Watch to send a message to Molten Hammer.
Molten Hammer looked twice and said, "Do you and Zhang Xinglie think you can do it?"
"Winning or losing doesn't matter. I just don't want to sit around doing nothing."
"Alright!"
Molten Hammer squeezed into the crowd and shouted for encouragement.
After a while, Molten Hammer shouted, "Can you guys do it or not? Dilly-dallying around, weaklings!"
The crowd all threw white eyes at Molten Hammer.
