C877 The Miserable Zhang Hao.
Seeing the Dusk Thunderhawk scream, Zhang Hao, who was covered in wounds, could not help but freeze on the spot.
At this moment, a figure flashed in the air and stood in the air with an arrogant expression as he looked at the Dusk Thunderhawk.
Zhang Hao raised his head and looked up into the air. This person was wearing a black robe and looked to be in his forties