The unfavorable start made Luo Zheng harbor a belly full of fire, glaring coldly at the pursuing enemies, who were all cloaked in snow-white capes and blended perfectly with the land. If they weren't moving, they would be impossible to detect. He glanced at Lan Xue, who nodded back. Luo Zheng's face tensed, and he said coldly, "Fine, let's play with them. Even if we die, we're going to take down a few with us. Each person gets a hundred. If anyone falls short, they're not allowed to die. Let's go."
"Yes." Everyone stood up and marched with murderous intent toward Death Valley, carrying a trace of decisiveness.
