Thinking about this, Su Xiao scratched his head. When he detonated the second Apollo, he hadn't considered this problem at all; he was solely focused on how to kill Xi. That woman was simply too strong, and Su Xiao probably wouldn't be a match for her in a one-on-one duel. After all, she could resurrect, and such an ability... not to mention seeing it, he'd never even heard of it.
"Yan Chen, are you dead yet?"
Su Xiao shouted, and the dozens of Contractors behind him perked up their ears.
"Almost, did you eat the fruit of a red dog or something? Where's all this lava coming from!"
A roar came from the third layer, where Yan Chen looked a bit disheveled. He stabbed the Magic Gun in his hand into the ceiling, clinging to it like a monkey. His sister clutched his belt, and luckily, the energy in the ceiling of the third layer was largely dispersed by Apollo's explosion, or else Yan Chen's shot might not have pierced through.
"Qianxi, grab the shirt; the pants are about to fall."
