"Firstly, it's about your problem."
Qin Feng looked at Yu Xing'er and the others, shaking his head with a sigh.
"What's wrong with us?"
One person was very dissatisfied with his expression.
So many Fourth Grade and Fifth Grade Masters on our side, and even a Sixth Grader, yet he actually looks at us and sighs!
"Your injuries are too severe."
Qin Feng said.
Most of these people had suffered a lot of injuries, with both internal and external wounds. It wouldn't be an overstatement to say that they were a camp full of the sick and injured.
A person wrapped in bandages on one arm, a protector, retorted with dissatisfaction: "Even if we are injured, we are stronger than you!"
"That's right. What's wrong with us being injured? Injured, we are still not any worse than you!"
"Do you believe that with one hand, I could defeat any one of you?"
"..."
