"Fight, better to be poisoned than to be killed!"
King Taishan roared and joined the battle with those people.
But he couldn't hold on for long.
As the poison infiltrated their bodies, they would only grow weaker.
Who exactly were these people?
Where did they come from?
Sixteen Kings, that's terrifying.
What kind of organization is this frightening?
If they were all well, they would definitely not lose this battle.
But the problem is, they now have only seven people with normal combat strength, the others either dead or poisoned.
Soon, the poisoned ones collapsed on the ground, exhausted, their faces extremely grim.
Completely lost combat capability.
Someone else was killed.
"Hurry, the ship is sinking, finish the fight before it sinks!"
The silver mask shouted loudly.
He could overpower Chen Ping'an, but winning in a short time was unrealistic.
Chen Ping'an's strength was indeed not weak.
So, he ordered others to help.
