After Zhou Leng finished speaking, he started to jog slowly, and once he was far, he kicked the ground, his body gliding like a large bird at low altitude.
Everyone was taken aback and looked at each other.
"Those fifteen Dragon Blood Guards are charging at him alone?"
"Could it be Deep Dark Fury in disguise?"
"Look at two of those Dragon Blood Guards, they seem a bit familiar."
"Aren't those the ones we lost..."
Everyone exchanged glances; there was only one truth.
From afar, they watched as Zhou Leng, like a humanoid giant dragon, used the distance to kill the Dragon Blood Guards one by one. In the end, when he was surrounded by five Dragon Blood Guards at once, he astonishingly tore them apart with Body-Protecting Divine Skill.
Fifteen clouds of blood mist merged into one, and Zhou Leng walked into it.
"He's like the bloody father of Dragon Blood Guards."
"Deep Dark Fury played the same tricks, I saw it with my own eyes..."
