"Ahhhhh!!!" Gao Zhiming, his eyes red with rage, roared and pulled the trigger, his body nearly lurching to a standing position.
The Jackal quickly yanked him down, forcing him prone on the ground.
"Calm down! Do you want to get your head blown off?"
He started dragging Gao Zhiming away from the center of the battlefield.
Following a violent explosion, a wave of heat swept over them, making their backs feel as if they were on fire.
Gao Zhiming twisted his head to look and saw that the strange air cushion boat, the one that could travel on snow, had become a massive ball of fire.
His heart seized. Instinctively, he wanted to rush over. "My sister is over there!"
"Don't go! She's not that easy to kill! You'll only hold her back!"
When he saw the green Rotten Inflammation instantly engulf the blaze, turning it entirely green, he finally let out a breath of relief. This was immediately followed by a painful frustration at his own helplessness.
