"Come on, make a scene, there's plenty of fanfare anyway..."
The song, like a curse, rang throughout Spider Island.
Every member of Poison Spider stared around in terror, their eyes darting around, searching for the silhouette of Zhang Fan.
Some even threw their earphones on the ground, swallowed their saliva, and turned to run.
"The eleventh!"
Zhang Fan suddenly sprang out, and three Flying Arrows toppled forth.
"Ah!"
Screams surged up and down.
Intertwined with Zhang Fan's singing, the sound was hair-raising.
Even Wei Guo and his group felt immensely horrified.
"Twenty!"
"Thirty!"
"Fifty!"
For a full hour, the sound of Zhang Fan counting continued to rise.
Screams of terror and panic also kept rising without cease.
They were truly afraid.
Could they possibly contend with someone who could kick the mighty Ao into the air, with their strength?
No way! Absolutely no way!
"Sixty..."
"Seventy..."
