C836 Burning the Mountain Prison

A fatty's endurance had a limit. The little fatty, who was restricted from flying by the mystic realm, seemed to have entered a state of fatigue. At this moment, he was starting to lose his breath.

Looking at Xiaoming, who was running away with ease, Du Dalu stretched out his hand towards him.

"Xiaoming, hurry up and think of... a way. If this goes on, I... I will soon... die."

Xiaoming