"Why does this sound...a bit unpleasant?"
Yang Yuan was speechless. Suddenly, he felt the word 'boss' didn't sound all that pleasant either.
At this moment, Tan Zhiming seemed to be struck by a great realization, his whole body trembling, and he murmured, "Makes sense..."
Having said that, he actually knelt down without hesitation and shouted to the yellow-haired guy on the battle stage, "Brother Yellow Hair, mighty! Brother Yellow Hair, victory!"
"Pfft..."
Before he finished speaking, the yellow-haired guy on the battle stage suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood, his body stiffened violently, then got pierced by a tentacle.
Immediately, he turned back in grief and anger to look at Tan Zhiming: "Damn it, I don't have such a big grudge against you, do I?"
Seeing the bizarre Xu Race about to swing its tentacle, he forcefully endured the severe pain to pull out the tentacle, then rolled desperately to dodge its attack.
