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When Bellamy heard Debbie, the leader, talking so loudly, she was shocked and rushed forward in two steps. The scene in front of her made her dumbfounded: on the originally tree-lined hilltop, the location of the purple medicine had disappeared without a trace, and not a single hair could be found.

"If it's gone, it's gone!" Long Batian stood beside Bellamy, looking at the scene in front of him. He was not surprised at all and waved his hand nonchalantly.

"Bellamy, do you see any movement ahead?" Debbie pushed Long Batian away from between the two of them and asked curiously.

Bellamy thought for a moment, then nodded, "Maybe it's just ahead." Pointing to the marks on the ground, he reminded everyone, "Look here, there are signs of a fight! Everyone must be careful!"

"That's right! If there really is purple medicine, there would definitely be a lot of people gathered in front!" Debbie analyzed calmly.

Long Batian frowned and looked around. The ground was overgrown with weeds, and there were at least a dozen footprints of different sizes. There were also traces of damage from fighting around. He agreed with the two people's opinions, and said no more, leading them to continue walking forward.

The four groups of people were not far apart, chasing each other, making it very lively.

Maureen, who was riding her substitute motorcycle at full speed, suddenly felt something was wrong. She looked back and saw the giant following closely behind her, shaking his legs very quickly. She couldn't help but complain to Heilong, "Why did you kill his companion?" Heilong was riding silently without saying a word, and the scenery on both sides was receding rapidly.

"Squeak!" Black Dragon slammed on the brakes and jumped up from the bike. He raised the back seat and pushed Maureen away. Seeing that Black Long's head was about to hit the ground, Hunling supported himself on the ground with his left hand and turned over. Then Black Long gripped the handlebars with his right hand, raised the motorcycle high in his hand, and threw it forward with force.

Heading towards the shortcut, Morris, who was standing in the distance, had just stopped Maureen and the other two, and before he had time to pretend to be cool, he said, "Why aren't you running?" I didn't expect that the strange man in front of me would be so ruthless on a strange thing? Without saying a word, he took action directly. Seeing the speeding motorcycle, Morris stretched out his little finger without hesitation to resist this weird machine.

"That's it?" Morris's little finger is as thick as an adult's wrist. No wonder he is so confident.

However, the reality was cruel. This motorcycle weighing several hundred kilograms was blocked by Morris's little finger and not even a trace of dust was stirred up. It can be seen that Morris's strength is indeed extraordinary.

Maureen in mid-air was already used to the Black Dragon's lack of order, but she could do nothing but let him grab her ankle as she flew backwards and put her safely on the ground. She took advantage of the situation to land and snapped her fingers together with the Black Dragon.

Hearing the crisp snap of fingers, Morris felt a chill in his heart. The motorcycle, which was still suspended in the air due to inertia, suddenly made a loud "click" sound. The iron sheet all over its body stood up instantly like a cat with its tail stepped on, as if it had turned into a grenade made of sharp blades. At the same time, the entire body of the motorcycle emitted a dazzling light.

"Damn it!" Before Morris could finish his sentence, he gritted his teeth and a strong white light burst out from between his little finger and the motorcycle. Morris turned into a dazzling arc in the sudden explosion.

A deafening explosion was heard behind the Black Dragon.

"Is that guy dead?" Maureen asked worriedly, "We don't have any deep hatred!"