章 1512: Terrifying Pressure and Precise Calculation

"..."

Ellipses. Han Wenqing's response was more ellipses.　　

He was only facing a Cleric. Against a Cleric without any outside support, if he could get close, killing the Cleric would only be a matter of time. But Han Wenqing's reply was unexpectedly the same as before: ellipses. This meant that even now, he wasn't able to close in on An Wenyi's Little Cold Hands?

Zhang Xinjie felt surprised. Everyone who understood the meaning behind these ellipses felt surprised. The broadcast immediately switched the focus to the battle over there.

Sure enough, Desert Dust was still chasing after Little Cold Hands.

Let alone Tyranny's players and the viewers watching them, even Han Wenqing himself was feeling surprised.