"Damn it." The skinny Zhang Han and another short-haired woman are quite ugly. They just concluded from Qin Feng's hands that this young man is stronger than any of them. Just now, the sky of the four Eastern Camps was divided like prey. Unexpectedly, in a short while, they became the prey of others, mercilessly divided. It's a huge irony.
"Run!"
The two of them will turn and flee without hesitation in the next two days.
Ji Ziya pursued the short-haired woman who only had one-third of her strength left. Qin Feng immediately caught up with the small Zhang Han.
"If I were you, if I couldn't escape, I would just escape. It's not funny."
A slightly sarcastic voice suddenly echoed in Zhang Han's ears.
"Damn it!" Zhang Han roars again. He is now influenced by Qin Feng's talent and spiritual power. His speed is almost halved. Just a few steps away, he is nearly caught up.
