After Ye Chengtian dealt with the wound in high cold, Liu Xi had dragged his antennae to his front. "Boss, this thing is not a variant, it should be a prehistoric beast."

Ye Cheng's head buzzes when he hears the first two words in history. "Is there any way to crack it?"

"The most primitive method is the best one."

Ye chuckled. "Find out all the weapons you can use, leave two of them in charge, and the others will follow me."

All the people were clipped together and there were seven people. A wounded person and a woman were left on the ground in particular. Ye Cheng looked at...