The opponent's power is getting stronger.
This...
What's going on?
"Get away from me!"
Cao Wu's big hand roared, his left hand tearing at his clothes, ripping them apart, revealing his upper body covered in bizarre blood-veins.
The blood-veins squirmed, like writhing worms.
"Oh?"
Fang Zheng squinted:
"Still trying to resist?"
He stepped forward, grabbed the opponent's hair, and slammed it hard into the ground repeatedly, whatever tricks you use, if your strength is insufficient... it is insufficient!
......
Thousands of kilometers away, inside a remote island, Nathan was staring intently at the monitoring equipment before him, his face full of solemnity.
Staff in white shirts were busy, gathering various information.
"Blood pressure rising, heart rate accelerating, neural activity inhibited..."
"Titan has activated Type Three Stimulant!"
