The fishy-smelling plasma mixed with blood clots from broken internal organs was all over Zhao Rui's face, looking extremely disgusting.

The unpleasant smell and scorching breath made the confused Zhao Rui subconsciously reach out and touch her cheek.

Put your hands down and look down.

Her hands were covered in thick, dark red blood plasma, and pieces of brown mucous tissue were clinging to her palms, looking very much like rotten minced meat.

These are not what make Zhao Rui most upset. The most upset is:

When Gong Yu was spurting blood, she was so shocked that her mouth was wide open, so she subconsciously swallowed a lot of blood clots, which were now churning in her stomach.

"vomit--"

Zhao Rui could no longer bear the feeling of nausea and vomited awkwardly while holding onto the wheelchair.

At the moment when Zhao Rui vomited violently, Zuo Yunfeng's angry voice sounded from behind the crowd, and then the war spread.

"Fuck you, I'm going to kill all of you bastards."

Shouting, Zuo Yunfeng held a machete in one hand and an iron rod in the other, hit the nearest person on the back of the head, and slashed at the nearby enemies.

After Gong Yu put him down, he suppressed his anger and quietly untied the ropes that bound him. After quietly recovering some strength, he hid behind the enemy and waited for an opportunity to strike.

Gong Yu seemed to have guessed what Zuo Yunfeng was thinking, and she kept attracting everyone's attention for Zuo Yunfeng.

That's why Zuo Yunfeng had a chance to catch his breath and was able to launch a surprise counterattack against the enemy at the most critical moment.

Zuo Yunfeng's attack was too sudden, and the enemy was still immersed in the shock brought by Gong Yu, so the enemy's rear quickly fell into chaos.

The enemies fell one after another, making Zhang Hao's eyes red.

He roared, "Are you stupid? What are you standing there for? Fight back! Capture Zuo Yunfeng and beat him up!"

"ah--"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Hao suddenly screamed in pain. A hot and wet feeling slipped out of his nasal cavity and dripped into his mouth, filled with the salty smell of blood.

Zhang Hao stupidly raised his hand to touch his neck, and his hand was covered in blood, which made him furious.

He looked up.

Gong Yu didn't know when she had picked up Mo Yun from the ground and placed him in a distant corner, away from the conflict of war.

Only after she was sure that Mo Yun would not be affected did she join the battle again despite her injuries.

She just came back and heard Zhang Hao's arrogant roar. She raised her fist and punched Zhang Hao in the nose.

As soon as Zhang Hao saw Gong Yu's face clearly, he was so scared that he immediately stepped back. He grabbed the people around him and pushed them towards Gong Yu, shouting, "Quick, kill this monster!"

While shouting, he pushed people towards Gong Yu, and quickly retreated, finally stopping next to Zhao Rui.

"Xiao Rui, what should we do now? What should we do?"

At this time, Zhao Rui had returned to normal. Although the blood clots on her face had been wiped clean, there was still a lot of plasma stuck on it, which looked extremely eerie and terrifying.

She stared at Gong Yu coldly, ignoring Zhang Hao's questions, her eyes moving as Gong Yu moved.

Suddenly, as if she had discovered something, she excitedly grabbed Zhang Hao and said, "You, go and hit Gong Yu's injured foot, only her foot."

"What do you mean?" Zhang Hao was a little timid.

Now there are nine people surrounding Gong Yu, but they still can't do anything to Gong Yu. If they are not careful, they may even be attacked by Gong Yu in the vital parts and lose their combat ability.