Just now, three people died.

No doubt he was not the only one to suffer random disasters.

Du Zhiguo: "Let's count how many people have suffered disasters."

There are people replying below.

Soon there were more than thirty.

"It seems that only a small number of people have encountered it, less than one tenth."

After Chen Zhi took a look, he roughly understood the situation. After thinking about it, he also replied.

The information is immediately visible to everyone.

"The Great God has also met?"

"Can you tell me the situation?"

"All the brothers suffered heavy casualties."

"Yes, there are fewer people in the group, and I suddenly became afraid of this game."

Chen Zhi saw the depression between the lines of these people's words.

This is completely different from previous speeches.

The deaths of three people really hurt everyone.

Even Chen Zhi himself felt a sense of crisis in his heart.
Chapter completed!