Mu Rufeng counted, a total of 17147.
What kind of concept is this, terrifying, a super terrifying concept.
This is an extremely vast fortune.
Lang Qiong arrived, and he felt a heartache, a heartache that made him want to kill.
However, he couldn't kill, but it wasn't a big deal; when the time comes, a bit of coercion and bribery can get it done.
"Evil Ghost, you are very powerful," Lang Qiong said through gritted teeth.
"Commander, should I continue fighting next?" Mu Rufeng asked.
"Do you have the strength left? How's the consumption?" Lang Qiong asked.
"Not much consumption," Mu Rufeng shrugged.
"Good." As soon as Lang Qiong finished speaking, he just disappeared.
The others seemed not to have noticed Lang Qiong, or perhaps they couldn't see him, not even the host.
Soon, the host received the message and spoke again: "Dear audience, next is the fourth match."
"This time, it's an even more powerful fierce beast, let's look forward to it."
