Demonic Blood Cannon

The Zheng Dongming at this time lacked the usual magnificent, elegant demeanor of a young master. He was just like a stray dog with a broken rear leg. He ran gasping for breath and even his tongue was out in the air. He looked to be a few running steps away from frothing at the mouth and going into a seizure!

The moment he saw Li Yao, a ray of hope emerged in his eyes, and he dashed over consumed by joy. His last few steps were like that of a tiger pouncing on a lamb, soaring directly into the supply point!

“What’s wrong? Where’s your Puji Critter?”

Li Yao asked in utter astonishment. Every competitor on Devil Dragon Island would carry a Puji Critter with them. The Puji Critter not only counts points but also provides the means of a final life-saving safeguard!

“It was eaten!”

Zheng Dongming spread out his limbs and was sprawled on his back. He was lying down, his body completely spent. “*Pant *Pant *Pant” he gasped for breath. He looked to be lucky to have a new lease at life.