"Are you alright? You lie down, I'll deal with that guy."
Diao... De Yi?
Consciousness gradually blurred, and the last thing I saw seemed to be some figure rushing towards He Bashan, who was surrounded by three colleagues.
...
-399!
This was the damage number that He Bashan had just inflicted.
[Qian Bei: 24/800.]
This was Qian Bei's remaining health.
Fang Yu hadn't expected that He Bashan's hammer would deal such high damage, Qian Bei couldn't even take one hit, nearly dying on the spot.
When charging forward, He Bashan, surrounded by three people, was rampantly killing like swatting flies within the encirclement.
-344!
-418!
-404!
The three surrounding He Bashan, once touched, were immediately devoid of combat capability and lay down on the spot.
Fortunately, it seemed that He Bashan was wary of his side and didn't dare to give it his all with a killing strike, or else he might not have been able to react to his sudden attack.
