Sweat dripped down, and my face became more and more stinging.
The speed of the Jindu cub was getting faster and faster, almost leaving an afterimage in the air. It was wearing heavy armor and didn't know how to do this.
He Lingchuan swung his knife again, blocking the claw that was reaching for Willow's back.
This time when he entered the dreamland, he was a little tired and not as energetic as before. He guessed that it was probably because the Hanhe War had just ended in reality and his soul was a little weak.
It seems that the battle in the dream does not affect reality, but his real state may be brought into the dream and affect subsequent performance.
He seemed to have returned to the night of the battle in the Yan Valley. He was also trapped in the enemy tide, isolated and helpless, and he was fighting hard with no hope of seeing the light of day.
Everyone is gritting their teeth and holding on, no one dares to say a word of discouragement, no one dares to say the word death. If these people around them were not Panlong soldiers, they might have collapsed long ago, right?
But what is the hope of winning this set?
Will there be reinforcements?
The thin man behind him suddenly gasped and said: "Hey, please help me bring a message to my family, saying that I hid the money..."
His left arm was broken and his right leg was injured, making it difficult for him to turn around. He had just been stabbed in the buttocks by a Jindu cub.
He was feeling dizzy after bleeding for a long time.
It seems impossible to pass this level.
Liu Tiao interrupted him impatiently: "If you want to say something, just go back and say it yourself!"
He Lingchuan glanced at them from the corner of his eye: "Why are you interrupting him? Let him say, let's go and take out the money. His family is richer than anyone else."
The thin man muttered: "I worked hard to save it!" But he didn't mention the last words.
Chapter completed!