On the contrary, he is the living king of hell.

"But it's a good harvest to get some information."

Taking his thoughts back, Wang Jin decided to concentrate on dealing with the half-cut vat in front of him.

After being beaten for a long time, he more or less figured out a pattern.

Thanks to the cylindrical body, most attacks will be deflected when hitting the half cylinder, and the power is greatly reduced.

In addition, this thing's hopeless defense is also a problem.

Just these things don't give Wang Jin a lot of headaches.

After all, a biting tortoise is not much of a threat.

The key is that this bastard bites very painfully.

Having both offense and defense is the biggest problem.

When encountering this guy when he cannot use heavy weapons, most ghost story workers will be helpless.

Of course, these people do not include Wang Jin.

Every time he attacks, he is preparing for the next move, looking for the key to victory in one blow.

Until...the iron claws successfully knocked off the broken soil on the tank, revealing a corner of the yellow talisman and the medium-sized crack.

It should have been left by some previous master.

With a breakthrough, the next goal is clear.

Limit, aim, defeat.

"Boss, it's been a long time since we fought side by side."

The madman slightly adjusted the screws on the iron pliers and smiled at the young man standing side by side.

"Ah, that's right."

The latter nodded, took back his iron claws and replaced them with a spear.

In terms of breakthrough capability, this weapon is the strongest.

"Rigoletto."

Wang Jin spoke softly, and the medal lit up with a faint light.

The blessing of paradise descended here, shrouding the two figures standing side by side.

Funny and exaggerated clothes appear on the madman, and a strong aura escapes.

Rigoletto.

"Let me do a little trick for you."
Chapter completed!