C263 Time Was Tight
Zhang Hao, having retreated dozens of meters away, immediately inspected the back of his hand. The skin was torn, and the surrounding area had turned an ominous shade of green.
Witnessing the damage, Zhang Hao couldn't help but mentally reach out.
"Black Hou Beast, what's happened to my hand? Is this poison?"
He couldn't even finish his thought before dizziness overwhelmed him