If Li Zheng doesn't save the Bald man, he will share the pressure of the survivors; if he doesn't, everyone will see what kind of Group Leader he is, whether he's worth cooperating with and following.
"Nimabi, was it definitely you guys?" The Bald man glared at the Warhammer team; his voice sounded like it came from there, but he couldn't seek vengeance anymore. Just as he got up, the Plague Lord had already arrived in front of him.
Although the Plague Lord was as huge as a meat mountain, its speed was incredibly fast, like a jet plane, and it was also emitting a yellow fog, like a mobile source of poison gas.
Kevo guessed the Warhammer team's thoughts, but didn't care, nor did he remind anyone. The current situation was so bad that it was irreparable, and the only thing to do now was to preserve their combat power, waiting for the Teleportation Gate to open.
"Li Zheng, give him a hand!" Wang Fang didn't want the team to be a mess and asked her boyfriend to lend a hand.
