Fu Jing felt that she was just a rotten ship with broken nails and holes. She was about to sink. How could she have the energy to care about the life and death of others. Until that roar pierced the night sky, she thought that there were still three nails in the rotten ship, and she was going to rush over and fight them to the death, chewing a few mouthfuls of their flesh even if she died.
Intention: When everyone adds firewood, the flames will rise