His heart was too anxious, wanting to quickly get the source mineral back, causing his Qi Blood to flow backward, and he was directly frozen to death by the cold.
Only by personally experiencing such hardships can one understand the difficulty of the mission corps and comprehend that kind of despair.
Du Jing's Book, who had always lived a life of luxury, was now filled with a sense of mission.
"It's here, finally here."
Jiao Qingyuan suddenly raised his head.
He could already faintly hear the sounds of shouting and killing.
In Jiao Qingyuan's eyes, these martial artists fighting fiercely were nothing more than his chess pieces.
All beings are mere chess pieces.
I, Jiao Qingyuan, am the ultimate winner.
Pop!
Jiao Qingyuan exerted force with his palm, directly crushing the first under Qi Nest Stone.
The Blood Moth completely dispersed, taking about an hour.
The war at the source mining field would last around half an hour.
