His True Colors Chapter 2903

 "Buzz!"


        Countless talisman seals were violently released amidst the silver light as well!


        There was also a great flash of silver light on the twelve people over there at the same time.


        Light explosion against light explosion!


        Not only could Su Yingxia and the others inside the window instantly and directly open their eyes, even Han Qianqian and the Twelve Death Gods on the field also closed their eyes as if they had been blinded by the flash.


        But almost the instant the Twelve Death Gods closed their eyes!


        "Bang!"


        "Bang!"


        "Bang!"


        The next second, the twelve figures flew out with a loud bang, and then they hit the ground with a heavy thud, sending yellow sand flying everywhere!


        "Poof!"


        Almost as soon as they landed on the ground, all twelve of them sprayed blood from their mouths and looked at Han Qianqian with a look of horror in their eyes.


        The reversal had clearly been performed, but why did it not have any effect?


        At almost the same time, the few people inside the cabin saw the effect after opening their eyes, and after being slightly surprised, they immediately burst out with endless cheers.


        "Three thousand has won."


        "Three thousand he has won."


        Qin Shannon and Su Yingxia could not hide their excitement, but only Su Yan, at this moment, was still in a dazed state.


        After all, she was from the Desert Realm, and she naturally knew the Twelve Deaths' great name like the back of her hand, and she knew the Twelve Deaths' glorious battle record like the back of her hand!


        But the backwards technique, which had never been broken, and was even called the God's Forbidden Technique by the Desert Realm, had actually been broken at this very moment.


        How could this ...... not leave her in a daze?


        "This, how is this possible?"


        "Could it be that our reverse magic has malfunctioned?"


        Thinking of this, that fierce tiger was instantly annoyed and glared at all his brothers who had fallen to the ground, "You, it's you, say, which one of you cowardly rats is it? It must be that when the spell was synchronized and released, one of you chickened out and did not synchronize the spell together."


        Although the fierce tiger's words were tinged with gunpowder, the few people led by the green dragon still agreed with this view; after all, the reversal could bring everything back, and there could never be any accident.


        Unless, of course, it had not been fully released at all.


        Naturally, such a situation could only happen among their own people.


        One would think that someone must have been scared out of their wits by Han Qianqian's three undead strokes, and thus cowered to the point of collective failure.


        But the group of people just looked at each other as if they suspected each other.


        "Couldn't be the Mad Rat?" Someone instantly guessed.


        Wasn't this cowardly like a rat, talking about a rat?


        "Again or you, the rabbit?" The fierce tiger also stared viciously at the rabbit.


        The rabid rat was instantly dissatisfied, "Although I am a rat, it does not mean that I am timid."


        The rabbit also had bloodshot eyes and was furious, "How many years have we been brothers through thick and thin, how dare you doubt me, Mighty Tiger?"


        Looking at the twelve people arguing with each other, Han Qianqian slowly laughed out loud at this moment.


        Seeing Han Qianqian laugh, the twelve men immediately stopped arguing and gathered their gazes on Han Qianqian's body.


        "What a dog bites dog, a mouthful of hair, I thought you so-called twelve rubbish, how stinky and united you are, now it seems ......" Han Qianqian said this and stopped talking, but the laugh was more sarcastic than any words he uttered.


        "Son of a bitch, what the fuck are you talking about?" Fierce Tiger growled angrily.


        "Not interested in saying anything about you guys, just trying to be a peacemaker." Han Qianqian laughed.


        "Peacemaker?" Qinglong frowned, "You'd be so kind?"


        Han Qianqian smiled and shook his head, "I'm never kind to scum, especially scum like you. However, it's the middle of the night and the desert is empty, so the sound of your dogs barking when you make a lot of noise is really disturbing."


        Hearing these words, the tiger struggled to get up from the sand, bound to fight with Han Qianqian, but was directly dragged by Qinglong, who looked at Han Qianqian, "What do you mean by that? What exactly do you want to say?"


        "It's simple, just tell you the truth, or, help you find the culprit of the failure of the perversion."


        Hearing these words, the Twelve Deaths looked at each other and looked at Han Qianqian in sync.


        However, at this moment, Han Qianqian did not say anything, instead, his hands moved slightly.


        And almost at the same time, Su Yan in the cabin also snapped out of her daze and jumped straight up ......