"Everyone, let me lend you a hand."
Zhu Zhengwei stood up and walked step by step towards their battlefield.
Hongjun finally breathed a sigh of relief. He exchanged glances with the surrounding Saints who were fighting, realizing it was finally his turn to take action. Though he experienced some twists and turns, he successfully fell into their trap.
As long as the opponent makes a move, and the Saints join forces to encircle and kill him...when they turn the tables with a surprise attack, they naturally can suppress the opponent.
However, they only saw Zhenyuanzi slowly approaching their battlefield, then setting up a table again and sitting down.
What is he doing?
Hongjun paused for a few seconds.
Turns out, Zhenyuanzi just moved the tea-drinking table a bit closer.
"What are you doing?"
