"Damn it, are we really going to let Tang Hao off the hook?" Golden Crocodile Douluo frowned deeply, his brows tightly knitted together like two tangled black snakes. The muscles on his face twitched slightly, every single muscle pulsing as if telling of his inner struggle. He muttered bitterly to himself: "What he said makes sense, though. If he really uses Ring Detonation and the Great Clear Sky Hammer technique on his 9th Spirit Ring, even if Dong'er and I tried our absolute best to block it, Xiaoyu and Qiuyue would never be able to withstand the aftermath of our battle!"
Golden Crocodile Douluo felt as though his heart were being gnawed by millions of ants, the painful sensation suffocating him. His thoughts were a tangled mess; one moment he thought he couldn't let Tang Hao go since this was a rare opportunity, and the next moment he worried about the safety of those behind him.
At this moment, he was torn with indecision, a hesitant look in his eyes. That gaze shifted between being resolute—as if determined not to let Tang Hao go—and being filled with worry and hesitation, seemingly weighing the pros and cons. His gaze drifted back and forth between Tang Hao and the people behind him, the scale in his heart swinging constantly left and right, leaving him unable to make a final decision.
Chapter 126