Game

In that instant, Feng Yi had a glimpse of the noble war god from before. It was exactly how Qin Mo had been like back in his heydays.

Watching him game was like watching a feast. The passion from before surged through him all at once. In that instant, the crowd was cheering in unison, "Supreme Alliance!"

With that, no one believed they would lose. It seemed like a miracle. And this miracle was created by the youngster.

Xiao Jing's right hand was still on the mouse. He watched as the revival timer counted down, leaving Luoluo with two words. "Protect it."

It was a crucial moment for both teams. The moment Luoluo revived, the three other teammates had died the second time and were no longer qualified.

But it wasn't too late. After Luoluo revived, they still stood a chance.

That was the belief every Xiangnan member had at the moment. However, in the next second, a white figure broke their plans.

Qin Mo!