Tang Ming escaped a few hundred meters underground and emerged on the surface, feeling so frustrated he almost vomited blood.
Just after stabilizing his posture, Tang Ming felt someone approaching from behind, and he swiftly turned around, ready to attack.
"Calm down, calm down, it's me."
An exhausted Zhang Chuming, supported by Zhang Baobao, walked over. Zhang Baobao was covered in blood, looking extremely disheveled.
"What happened to you two?" Tang Ming questioned in surprise, "Did you also come under attack?"
"Thanks to you, the Dragon Group knew I was coming to assist you, and dispatched several Martial Generals to surround and kill me."
Zhang Chuming glared at Tang Ming with annoyance, "If it weren't for the strong coordination between me and Baobao, I would have been doomed by your plans."
"What's this got to do with me? Are the Dragon Group people crazy? What exactly do they want? Why are they attacking us?"
Tang Ming glared at Zhang Chuming with frustration.
