The moment these Snow Guards activated their rings, all the exoskeleton armor was shrouded in white radiance. A circle of intricate muzzles extended from their arms, aiming at Mu Fan.
Behind Mu Fan, nearly ten thousand spectators who had just relaxed after watching a great drama… their eyes almost popped out at this moment!
They looked at Lu Feng with a complex expression.
Then glanced at the half-kneeling Thunderhawk on the ground.
All that remained in their eyes was admiration.
"All I can say is admiration…"
A drunken mercenary had completely sobered up, sitting by the roadside, leaning against the wall. He casually passed his spirits to a companion beside him and patted his friend's shoulder with heartfelt sincerity.
"Drink quickly. Later… the liquor will get cold."
His companion's eyes were full of respect.
Rare to hear such sincere life philosophy!
...
Looking at the elder with a gloomy face.
Mu Fan didn't blink, his pupils deepened with turbulent blood!
