C489 Ghost King Howl

Four, six, three.

As the battle raged, a terrifying force was quietly expanding. The target was tightly locked onto Zhang Yang's moving body. At first, it was like a cloud of clouds. Vaguely, when Zhang Yang realized the huge force was pressing down on him, he suddenly realized. He had fallen into a hopeless situation.

He saw a dozen or so giants standing thirty meters away vigilantly