C642 The Threeday Agreement

Meng Zhizhu stood his ground, a fang mace suddenly appearing in his hand.

Opposite him, Zhang Jianming also came to a stop, spreading his right hand to reveal a ten-foot-tall puppet wrapped in cloth strips, much like a mummy.

"A mere puppet thinks it can stop me?"

Meng Zhizhu let out a hearty laugh and lunged forward.

Despite his bulky frame, he moved with astonishing speed.

In an instant