Chapter 352：

The huge wound in the abdomen was dripping with blood.

Tu Zenggang felt heavy on his eyelids.

Even though he collapsed to the ground, even if his head couldn't stand upright, he still stared in the direction of the man with the tattoo.

He saw the tattooed man walking towards this side.

Tu Zenggang's mouth was overflowing with blood, and he continued to whisper.

"I...I want to withstand it!"

"I...can't fall down!"

"I..."

In a trance, Tu Zenggang seemed to see all the brothers of the third echelon who died in battle.

He continued to mutter weakly: "Brother...brothers, don't... worry!"

"Wait... Captain!"

"Captain... hold on for a while, hold on for a while... here it comes!"

"Ye Fan...can't die!"

"I... must stand up!"

Tu Zenggang's fingers were still trembling slightly, he was about to hold Xuanhua's large axe.

However,

He couldn't stand up anyway.

He... is going to die!

[Semi-finished demonizing potion, fifty seconds countdown! 】

Ye Fan stood stunned.

With a dull face, he looked at Tu Zenggang who was lying on the ground before him.

He saw Tu Zenggang's trembling fingers.

He felt the vitality of Tu Zenggang's rapid weakness.

"Team... Captain!"

"Don't... stop fighting!"

"what--"

Dangdang-

Ye Fan roared, and the Soul Slashing Knife in his hand kept slashing out!

The man with a tattoo without sheep looked at all of this and laughed mockingly: "Now, no one is blocking me!"

"Fucky boy, go to hell!"

The black-clothed man was full of ghosts and rushed up personally.

Two big skinny hands, recessed into claws, stab them out fiercely!

The sharp black claws will tear Ye Fan in the seal directly!

When the Wuyang tattooed man rushed forward, suddenly two figures jumped out!

These two figures stood in front of Ye Fan and also in front of Tu Zeng's fallen body!

[Semi-finished demonizing potion, countdown for forty-five seconds! 】

Ye Fan stared at the two silhouettes suddenly blocking him, his eyes froze again.

They are tall and short, fat and thin.

They are Dashuai Zhang, and Tan Dahai!

Puff--

The sharp claws stabbed into the bodies of the two fiercely.

Puff--

The two directly sprayed out two mouthfuls of blood.

On Tan Dahai's chubby face, blood was constantly overflowing from the corners of his mouth.

His face was pale, but his expression was full of determination and determination.

He turned his back to Ye Fan and said with a smile.

"Vice... team, I said it!"

"I...I told you, Tan Dahai...I'm not a coward!"

"I did it!"

"I... proved myself!"

Zhang Dashuai stared straight at the man with a Weiyang tattoo, whose face was full of unexpected colors, and took a bite of blood on the latter's face.

"Dog/baby/child, my uncle... is the number one fan of the deputy team!!!"

"To kill... the deputy team, pass first... pass me first!"

The man with a tattoo without sheep wanted to kill Ye Fan, but he was interrupted again and again.

His heart was anxious and crazy.

He roared and said: "You are all looking for death!!!"

In the hands of the tattooed man, the black ghost breath suddenly burst out!

The powerful ghost spirit of disaster level, shakes up!

Bang bang bang ——

Two explosions sounded.