A soldier can be killed but not insulted!
Does this fatso have some kind of special fetish?
He cannot be left alive!
He must die!
But at this moment!
The Potion vial, full of Xu Changsheng's hope, was easily dodged by the opponent and smashed against the wall.
The sound of shattering glass rang out.
Immediately after, the potion splashed in all directions!
It happened too late to stop it, and too fast to watch!
Xu Changsheng's eyes were glued to the potion, suddenly feeling something.
He could control it!
Yes! He has control skills!
Xu Changsheng clenched his teeth!
Between having his Soul reduced and being humiliated by the fatso, he made his choice!
He felt that there was something off about the fatso's gaze.
Thinking about the terrifying scenario after being captured.
He decided to use his Soul Talent: Control!
In an instant!
The shattered vial on the wall splattered its contents!