C50 The Fangs of the Crocodile

Unknowingly, the sun had already set. The rolling yellow sand, under the contrast of the setting sun, appeared bright red, as if it had seeped through with blood.

"Shall we go now? Can we not help Mr. Nero? "Does he have to face Clarendon alone?" Weiwei watched worriedly as the three figures quietly stood in the distance.

"Don't worry. No problem, big brother Nero is very strong