C9242 Force!

As long as they could hold off Qin Ming for half a minute, the countless Poison Demons would surround them from behind, and they would be considered a great achievement.

The two of them were ready to defend. Qin Ming clenched his fists tightly, and his fists burned with raging flames.

"Flame" seemed to know that his master was in a critical situation, and the flames burned even more fiercely