Dean's eyes narrowed and his face was full of smiles. It's hard to imagine a person's speed to that extent. Incredible!"

"But what about that? With a slight change of tactics, he's doomed. There is no other possibility at all."

"He can't escape such a dense fast-fire projectile... Now, guess has become waste? Hahaha! "

Dean is in a good mood.

Of course, these are just ideas in Dean's mind, not words.

In front of a group of people, Dean still wants to maintain a dignified and mysterious image.

Quick-fire projectile, finally launched. In front of

, there's nothing left.

Flying gray sand blocked the view.

And even today's thermal...