C460 Mud man

Fang Shiliang was not a thing.

Really.

I was sure of that again and again.

Previously, I relied on my clever movement technique to get rid of the dozens of pursuers behind me. But this time, before I could get far, a mud pit appeared in front of me to block my path.

The area of this quagmire was not that big, only half the size of a basketball court. If he wanted to circle around it