But there were too many gray-white lizards, and no matter how powerful Fang Chen's fist was, many of them still slipped through.

This group is not enough to see in front of the gray-white dragons, but it is still very rigid in front of this group of lizards, sniper rifles sweep the formation, and spears rush forward.

The white mist was waved away by Qing Hong, and even if the lizard's stealth failed, even if it was blessed with speed, it was pressed and beaten by the soldiers.

But this group of lizards was obviously not so stupid as to be hopeless, and after a few blows to the head, they turned their heads to stare at Qinghong, who had been hanging in the air and shining for everyone.

Some of the lizards turned around and slid into the white mist.

Swimming around Qinghong, his bodies hooked up with each other, his thick tail flicked violently, his front paws stood up, and he rushed towards Qinghong.

Their bodies were hooked together, like iron chains strung together, and one section was blown off by the wind ball, and almost in the blink of an eye, they broke through Qing Hong's defensive circle and forced them in front of Qing Hong.

Qinghong was forced by this lizard to shrink his size and get out of the lock.

As soon as Qinghong retreated, the surrounding white mist immediately surrounded him.

The situation quickly reversed, and their advantage disappeared in an instant.

With the white fog covering, the soldiers knew how difficult this lizard really was.

I don't know how this thing moves, but they move quickly in the white mist, but they don't make a sound at all.

As soon as the white fog surrounded, he immediately caught the soldiers off guard.

Thankfully, most of them had retreated into the storage pod.

Fang Chen's fist shadow roared, and finally cleared the surrounding gray-white lizards, shouted Qinghong, and immediately quickly followed the crowd into the negative floor.

Qing Hong shrank his body while shaking his wings, turning into a cyan glow in the white mist, burrowing into Fang Chen's hair.

Fang Chen finally made up another punch and pulled the hatch hard.

It's just that before Fang Chen could sit down, he heard a scream next to him, and then something crossed in front of his eyes.

Fang Chen subconsciously stretched out his hand to take it, and it was stained with blood on his hand, and then half of it was lying in his palm...... Ear.

He was so shocked that he almost threw it out, but he endured it, shaking his hand and carefully holding this half of his ear in the palm of his hand.

The lizard had mixed in, and Fang Chen's brain was shocked by this half of his ears.

Immediately looked up, and saw a gray-white streamer flashing through the crack in the cabin roof, and in the bilge opposite, Brother Yibing was covering his ear with one hand, half-paralyzed on the ground, his face covered with blood.

Even if the soldier didn't say a word or scream, several people around him still instinctively stirred, the cabin was small, pushing each other, and a thin little man was trampled on the ground.

Jin Fan stretched out his hand and punched at the narrow slit on the roof of the cabin, the force control was just right, and the cyan fist shadow brought the lizard out, but it didn't hit the roof of the cabin.

The lizard was brought out, and he turned his head to run, but was grabbed by Qinghong, who was fluttering his wings, and with a strong pull of his eight sharp claws, he tore the lizard into several pieces.

But there was far more than one lizard that mixed in, and lizards kept coming out of the cracks and pounced on the crowd.

A group of people tried their best to kill, but they didn't know who accidentally tore off the wires of the bilge when they jumped, and the entire bilge was instantly pitch black, and they couldn't see their fingers.

For them, darkness is a nuisance in front of their eyes, but for these lizards, it is simply to heaven.

They roam the crowd, claws extended.

The screams kept ringing out, the people in the bilge became more and more dry, and the atmosphere became more and more solemn.

Fang Chen tried his best to condense the cyan fist shadow, but found that it could only illuminate the square inch, he took a deep breath, touched the hatch in the dark, and tugged hard.