1721 Spade Z Returns

"F*ck! Is he making Spade T clear red for him?"

"He made the enemy fight red beasts for him, that's such a flashy routine!"

"Have you seen that person's records? He hasn't played many games."

"I saw it, I saw it. He hasn't played many games but is the MVP for every game with zero deaths. It's so enviable!"

"But that person has always been the team control, why is he the assassin this time?"

"As a team control, this makes me feel as though I've been playing in vain!"

"Stop talking, hurry and look!"

Look?

The viewer's questions were just temporary.

On the screen, silver sparks fell. After the figure took the red beasts, the rifle drew close and lifted the person midair. It looked like a long silver dragon, turning to strike.

It was obvious that Spade T was dumbfounded, even though her expression was blank. She never expected to be counter killed.