C62 Rat seed

Feng Zhenguo's skill was not bad, but his physical strength was insufficient. Anyone could tell this point.

When the Sweat Corpse was lured towards us, Feng Zhenguo was trembling even as he ran. He was sweating profusely.

"Disassemble!" The old man growled.

Before Seventh Treasure could understand what he meant, I was the first to reach the side of Sweat Corpse that had fallen to the ground