"Ignore Hunter Three and Hunter Five, directly shoot at the target!" the Yaksha Assassin shouted.
Before Yan Qing could gather his thoughts, he heard a loud roar and looked up to see a group of people fighting at the edge of the mire, their bodies covered with feces... yellow mud.
Do you really have to fight here?
Yan Qing was still a bit shaken. It was easy to stay seated when the stone chair ascended, but when it descended and lost gravity, his whole body went numb—without a safety bar or rope, the only thing he could hold onto were those two slippery half-round stone balls on the armrests, which were even smaller than a Pharmacist's Wish!
Even if he used his full strength, he couldn't leave finger marks on the stone balls, only relying on the slight friction to forcefully steady his body during the rapid descent. When it suddenly stopped halfway down, he nearly flew off, turning the experience into a bungee jump without a cord.
