"Boom!"
As rows of the Drought women fell.
Beitiao Qian Naizi was imposing from all sides at this moment.
The eight demonized puppets were recklessly weaving through the Drought women.
Wherever they passed, people were thrown into disarray, reveling in the slaughter.
Seeing her look so pleased with herself, Ning Mengyao felt particularly displeased.
"Should I go help?"
"What's the rush, the real show has just begun, after all, we are just spectators, so let's just watch the battle, don't look at her wreaking havoc now, she will soon understand what 'endless' means, we don't need to waste our energy!"
Lin Fan actually sat down cross-legged with a smile.
After all, those Drought women completely ignored their presence.
They rushed forward en masse, completely unafraid of life or death.
"Endless!"
Lin Fan's words made Ning Mengyao notice the Drought women who were knocked down to the ground.
Though they were beaten and hacked, they quickly recovered.
