Countless crossbow bolts and projectiles were poured towards everyone present indiscriminately.

Her wrist also shot out two large puffs of green smoke.

There were also many poisonous needles in the thick smoke.

Both sinister and poisonous!

"Shameless!"

Seeing warheads and crossbow arrows flying everywhere, Miao Fenglang and Atagu's expressions changed slightly.

They stood in front of the unconscious Wang Zheng gunner and Wu Meng bullet, waving their hands to sweep away all the crossbow arrows and warheads.

Zhuo Yiyi and the six geniuses also flashed their weapons and waved them.

They swept away all the poisonous needles in the thick smoke to prevent these things from harming Ye Fan and the others.

But India took this opportunity to slip out.

With a bang, Indian Po knocked several of Zhuo Yiyi's people away, then shrank to the ground and was in front of Ye Fan in an instant.

Before the astonished Wang Qingwu and Zheng Junqing could react, Yinpo's hand suddenly swelled.

A strange hand crossed the table and grabbed Ye Fan's neck.

Sharp and ruthless.

India Po was in high spirits: "Death!"
Chapter completed!