C558 This is a fugitive

When Zhu Qiushan rushed in front of him, he held a pitch-black darksteel rod in his hand and smashed it towards Zhao Mingzhe from top to bottom.

With narrowed eyes, the water-repelling spear in Zhao Mingzhe's hand fiercely thrusted forward with the intention of raising the fire high into the sky.

"Ding!" The tip of the spear accurately pierced the metal rod