In the blink of an eye, they had already entered the depths of the forest.
Wang Zhan squinted and looked at the people beside him. Then he waved his hand at them and said, "Everyone get ready, it seems that guy is coming out. I feel something approaching us rapidly."
Wang Zhan's face grew increasingly grim because he could sense a strong wave of intimidation hurtling towards him at extreme speed—something Wang Zhan dared not underestimate.
Upon hearing Wang Zhan's words, everyone's expression changed. After exchanging a glance, they quickly spread out in all directions, forming a defensive circle.
Han Junxiong, however, remained by Wang Zhan's side, unsheathed his longsword, and gazed into the distance.
Everyone held their breath, their gazes fixed forward.
Suddenly, a loud bang erupted. Dust billowed around them as a huge ripple of energy spread outwards.
