"I can't take it anymore, I can't hold on any longer."

Xu Fan stepped forward and gathered all his true energy.

He shouted, "Retreat!"

Those charred arms looked as if they had been burned.

Several hands instinctively let go and then withdrew.

Xu Fan continued to gather his true energy.

"Retreat! Retreat! Retreat!"

Xu Fan extended his index fingers with both hands, right hand in front and left hand behind, holding them out horizontally forward.

His fingertips pointed directly at the arms that were grabbing Fatty Wang.

Xu Fan's front leg is in a lunge position, while his back leg is straight.

With each shout, his body would lean forward.

"Retreat! Retreat! Retreat!"

As Xu Fan's voice grew louder and louder, those charred arms finally gave way.

Wang Pangzi instantly lost his strength and collapsed to the ground.

He was like a child drowning.

Greedy, panting heavily.

"Oh dear, that almost killed me!"

Fatty Wang started groaning and complaining.

Xu Fan calmly said, "Let's go back. If you go in like this, you'll lose your life."

Fatty Wang can't stand it when people say he's no good.

He was like a ball.

He sprang up from the ground with a sudden movement.

"Who, who said they wanted to go back?"

Fatty Wang was unaware that this was Xu Fan's way of provoking him.

He stubbornly argued with Xu Fan.

"This place is so dangerous, aren't you afraid?"

Xu Fan continued to probe with words.

"Pah, this world is all about the bold getting rich and the timid starving. What do I have to be afraid of?"

To create a truly moving film, one must already be willing to take this kind of risk.