"First, let's help the others," Zhao Yaogu suddenly shouted to remind Xu Qianwu and Fang Ying, but he had already charged towards the other extraterrestrial Mutated Beings.
"Kill those people first," Xu Qianwu, covered in blood, roared and charged back into the crowd of fighters.
Buzz!
A tremor from the Divine Spirits echoed, and a divine figure of a black and white God of Judgment appeared in mid-air, Zhu Fuchen's figure suddenly surged from beneath the ground.
The surroundings of the God of Judgment's divine figure were embellished with black and white Brilliance; beneath him, Zhu Fuchen stretched out both hands, intertwining black and white in his palms, eventually forming a large black and white net that spread over the battlefield.
"Judgment! Fight him with all we've got!"
"Zhu Fuchen, don't think you can kill us."
