Chu Zihang roared with pain and curled white smoke all over his body. With his physical strength, he could not get rid of the acid even when he was seriously injured, but he really could only struggle helplessly in the acid, like a frightened child.
"Elder martial brother!" Lu Mingfei exclaimed. I wanted to give Fake Okinez another shot, but now I don't care. I lost the gun and ran to Chu Zihang.
He stopped short of running. He stepped on the liquid coming out of the blood cocoon, which was not only hot and corrosive, but also very viscous after contacting with the air. Lu Ming could not lift his feet at all