C212 The Demonic Blood Wings Killer Group

"Zhang Xing... Zhang Xing..."

Hearing the call, he looked up to see Zhan Wu, her face etched with terror, running towards him while making frantic gestures. Zhang Xing couldn't decipher her meaning.

"Could something have happened?"

He scanned the surroundings but noticed nothing amiss.

Moments later, Zhan Wu reached him, breathless.

"Hurry! Summon the Black Dragon