C858 The Trapped Beast Would Fight

"Seven assassins remain; let's go chop them down!"

With a wave of his hand, Zhang Xing soared and landed atop Black Treasure, swiftly heading toward the nearest assassin clad in white.

The assassins were spaced no more than a couple hundred meters apart.

The others had already taken note of Zhang Xing's presence.

Their will to fight had evaporated