Sun Jingtao and Ye Qing quickly cleared an empty area ahead, and Kong Wu immediately jumped down.
Boulders and chunks of mud were still continuously falling from above.
The two men in front were protected by helmets.
Kong Wu's head was hit by several stones, small as they were, it still hurt quite a bit.
"Smack!"
Misfortune does not come singly, a shiny black Emperor Scorpion fell from the sky, landing neatly on his shoulder.
This scorpion was quite fierce, with pincer claws the size of palms slashing towards his cheek, and its venomous scorpion's sting raised high.
"Kong Wu, be careful!" Su Dai's pupils shrank, and she screamed in fright.
Kong Wu could clearly feel the weight of the scorpion.
Before the scorpion could plunge its red scorpion's sting into his arm, Kong Wu was already shrieking hysterically, reflexively grasping the scorpion's body and "whoosh" tossing it out into the fog.
The entire movement was fluid like flowing clouds, clean and decisive.