C1401 The Last Killing Blow
After two hours, Ye Xiaofeng panted heavily. His eyes were bloodshot as he looked at the five Brain Developers in front of him, whose speed had gradually slowed down. A smile slowly appeared on his face.
As expected, his guess was correct.
On the other side, although Yaoyao was not as tired as Ye Xiaofeng, her face was already flushed red, and her forehead was already covered in sweat