The intestines of over a dozen Plague Lords shot out, entangling Baldy. Li Zheng climbed up just in time to see him drenched thoroughly in spit-out acid before being dismembered along with his intestines, his viscera scattered across the ground.
Whoosh, whoosh, dozens of large intestines erupted from the bellies of the Plague Lords, forming a web-like cover over the Conquerors.
At this moment, other than the Warhammer Team, which was supporting each other, all other teams were only looking out for themselves, in dire straits without their Group Leader's deterrence; they were no more than loose sand.
With a touch of Kevo's right hand, six halos appeared around his body, blocking the net of blood intestines. The man with the Eye Patch ran behind Wang Fang, forming a protective film with his air-formed giant hand, enveloping her.
"Li Zheng, hurry up!" Wang Fang nodded at the Eye Patch man, giving him a grateful smile.
