Replaced by an even larger humanoid shadow, a rancid wind blows on the back of the head.
"You've got to be kidding..." Zhou Muniu muttered to himself.
The next second.
The hand, like a giant pillar, carried a dull thunderous boom, mixed with pale green rancid wind, causing the air to twist violently!
A fist without any technique.
Simply the purest, earth-shattering force.
'Bang!'
In front of Zhang Fusheng, only half a person was left—more precisely, only two legs were left.
"Turns out, a high-offense, low-defense glass cannon..."
He said with a grimace, the previous hit by the white light was incredibly painful.
"No."
The Rotten Giant muttered:
"There are still two legs left, I acknowledge your defense."
He reached out and gently patted the air, at the position where Zhou Muniu's shoulder used to be.
"Go! Go! Go!"
A squad leader let out a shrill cry.
"Going where?"
The Giant grinned:
"Want to play hide and seek? Fine, fine, now I'm coming to catch you all!"
