C74 End

However, the white-shirted hunter only used 10% of his strength and Gao Zhan had no way to defend himself. He slapped Gao Zhan to the ground. Gao Zhan stood up with difficulty and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He glared at the white-shirted hunter with his tiger eyes.

Today, he had truly understood the terror of Middle Rank Hunters