In such a tight defense, this Gangjin Master, a mere ant, actually toyed with experts one after another and casually left under the noses of thousands.
Gonggong was frustrated, almost spitting blood.
He abruptly seized a clansman and shouted.
"Where did that person go just now? You must have seen him, didn't you? Tell me where he went!"
Gonggong's face had been disfigured by Stone Fire, with scars wriggling like earthworms, densely packed and moving.
In his current rage, his fierceness erupted, and his visage became even more terrifying.
The clansman was so scared they tightly closed their eyes, not daring to look at Gonggong's face, and frantically shook their head.
"No, I didn't see, spare me."
Gonggong, furious, strangled his throat and lifted him high.
"A person so big, you didn't see him? Are you blind?"
The clansman became more alarmed, kicking and flailing in the air.
"What are you doing, let me go, help, help!"
The clansman, in fear, shouted out loud.
