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They looked at each other.

As expected, this voice belonged to Feng Mingxi.

However, what the heck was passing the first level?

Chu Nan frowned and directly shook the spatial energy to greatly spread his voice in the space.

"Feng Mingxi, I know you're hiding inside. Come out and fight us to the death if you have the guts. Don't tell me you're afraid and only dare to hide in this useless meatball."

"I'm afraid? Haha…" Feng Mingxi's voice sounded again, and his laughter was filled with mockery, "Why should I be afraid of you trash? I just feel that no one can successfully come here, so I want to play a game with you. Come, after you pass every obstacle I set, you'll really see me. Otherwise, you can die."

The tone of the last sentence instantly turned cold. Then, the surface of the meatball squirmed again. Bits of meat squeezed out and gathered to form a human figure.