C70 Death(1)

Ma Mingyun saw that he was very quick with his moves, dancing in the air, alternating between this and that. He couldn't help but admire the green light, but after dancing for a long time, there was still no movement. Clay couldn't help but furrow his brows, "What's going on?"

"Oh, it's going to be ready soon. Wait a moment." Beads of sweat appeared on Rick's forehead