Qingshan sneered. He was lying with his eyes open. The hills on both sides were all soil and green plants. There was not even a big stone to be found. Where did the big rock come from?

"What do you want?"

The little dreadlock shook his shoulders exaggeratedly and laughed like the stupid son of a landlord who had an epileptic seizure:

"What do I want? Justice for my brother, of course!"

With that, he raised his leg and kicked Qingshan in the face. Qingshan's waist was flexible, and he arched his body backward to avoid the attack. He put his hands on the ground, somersaulted, and kicked the little dirty braid's chin with his right foot. If the kick had been successful, the little dirty braid's jaw would have been shattered. But the little dirty braid was much more agile than the big man. He raised his head and barely avoided Qingshan's toes, then kicked Qingshan's lower body with a whip kick. The two exchanged moves, and soon they had exchanged more than twenty moves. Both of them were ethereal and agile, and neither of them gained the upper hand.

The little girl with dreadlocks knew that the whip in Qingshan's hand was powerful, so she hit Qingshan closely to prevent her from using the whip.

"Red light, take action!"

Red Light, receiving Qingshan's command, left a trail of shadows, whirring and charging towards Little Dreadlocks, claws raised. Little Dreadlocks was startled by Qingshan's call. Why was there another one? Before he could react, something sliced ​​through his ear. A burgundy object whizzed past his head at the speed of a bullet. It was incredibly dangerous, specifically targeting his exposed ears, sometimes slicing through the cartilage and causing him to wince in pain.

While the guy with dreadlocks was dealing with the red light, Qingshan quickly distanced himself from him and took out his whip to join the fight.

Little Dreadlocks was no match for Red Light's speed. He was already overwhelmed when Qingshan's whip attacked again, and he finally panicked. He knew there was something strange about Qingshan's whip, probably poisonous. Even the tough-skinned Batu was paralyzed. Naturally, he didn't dare to be careless. He raised his arm to block half of his head and focused on dodging the whip. Red Light swung its claws, circling Little Dreadlocks' head. His unprotected ear was already bloody.

Hong Deng had never seen such a strange hairstyle before, and thought that the braids on his head were his tentacles, so he flew over and cut off two of them.

"Ah—my braid!"

The man with the dreadlocks raged, clenching his fists. With a slight push, blue sparks suddenly erupted from his body, crackling. Red Lantern, engulfed in the lightning, let out a sharp "Crack!" and fell to the ground, arcs of electricity swirling around him as he bounced a few times.

"red light!"

Qingshan became anxious and whipped the little braid a few times to force it back. He then swung out a spiritual power line with his left hand to pull the red light back.

Hong Deng's body was charred black, and he lay in Qingshan's palm with his six legs facing upwards. His wine-red abdomen heaved weakly. "Master...it hurts..."

Qingshan almost cried—this thing smells like roasted meat, how could it not hurt! He held the red light in his left hand and poured pure spiritual energy into it desperately. Qingshan's eyes were red as he stared at the dreadlocks opposite him, thinking to himself, "You'd better pray that Hong Deng is okay, otherwise I'll kill you even if it means we both lose!"

The little dreadlock touched his ear, looked down, and saw his hand was covered in blood. He sighed, "Tsk!" When the red light landed, the little dreadlock saw clearly that the thing attacking him was a strange cicada, and it seemed to be raised by the girl. He watched Qingshan summon the red cicada back and hold it in his hand, as if treating her. He did not interrupt her, but stood still, looking a little embarrassed and at a loss.

Qingshan felt Hong Deng stir in his palm and spread his hand to observe his condition. Just now, Hong Deng was nearly cooked by the current. Fortunately, as an insect king, Hong Deng had strong vitality, and its thick breastplate acted as an insulator, protecting its vital organs. This is how Hong Deng managed to survive. Nourished by spiritual energy, Hong Deng was back to full health. Aside from a slight curling of its wings, as if it had been permed, there was nothing unusual.