The Flame Man looked at Wang Hao and directly stated his purpose.
As expected! He was after the Golden Bell.
"Hmph! Do you think you've already won?"
Wang Hao struggled to stand up, his gaze gradually becoming sharp.
"Oh? Do you really think you still have a chance?"
The Flame Man found it somewhat amusing.
This time they had exhausted all means, using the opportunity at Maoshan to lay out a shocking plan.
It had almost gathered the top Superpower Users from the First and Second Settlement Camps.
This was almost a certain kill.
Not to mention that Wang Hao was now seriously injured, even if he were at his peak, he would still die!
"How would I know if I don't give it a try?"
Spiritual Power flowed around Wang Hao, his aura growing sharper, the Blade of Plunder in his hand pointing at everyone, his voice cold and merciless:
"Even if I die in battle today, I guarantee half of you will die."
"Hiss ————"
The Flame Man and a few others couldn't help but gasp.
