It wasn't Wu Ji patriarch's last-ditch counterattack, nor was it a deadly attack that he had planned for a long time.
They were the thorns that the poisonous hedgehog had left in the body of Wu Ji patriarch. They were meant to deal a fatal blow to the enemy when Wu Ji patriarch died.
Zhao Qiankun frowned and shook his head helplessly.
Why did Wu Ji patriarch and the poisonous hedgehog use this move as if they had planned it?
Gu Mingzhou's footsteps were light and soft as if he was afraid of touching something. He walked to Master Qin's side and bent down.
He reached out to hold the blackthorn, but he couldn't help but stop in the air. He looked at Master Qin and said slightly.
"Can you hold on?" His voice was like footsteps, very light and gentle as if he was afraid of startling something.