C110 An Impossible Task

At this moment, Uncle Feng, Fann Zhe, and hundreds of warriors looked at Lang Tian in front of them. Cold sweat rolled down their faces to their chins, and the sweat gathered on their chins dripped to the ground like water.

"Pata, pata, pata."

As the cold sweat on the faces of Uncle Feng, Fann Zhe, and the hundreds of warriors splashed on the ground like water, making a series of pata sounds