Stand Up, Let Me!

The rest of the team were furious. Xiao Kai kept cursing. The support, Li, also tensed up his chin and did not speak further.

The top lane came to support the middle lane, but Old Wang was furious and shouted, "No need!"

As long as Feng Yan appeared at the bottom lane, a few people would appear at the middle lane. They would either grab each other and grapple or go down the tower to kill.

After Old Wang was killed again, his hand hurt so much that his face turned pale. Cold sweat flowed down his forehead. "Ice."

The moment he shouted, the coach hurriedly brought the ice over. Before he was revived, he applied the ice on his wrist.

Unfortunately…

There was not enough time and he had already revived.

Old Wang could only continue to operate his character as he moved forward. His hands were trembling all the time. It was difficult for him to even press the mouse, much less use the other hand to type on the keyboard.