C658 Those Who Are Not of Our Race must Have a Different Heart

"Click, click!" Zhao Teng moved through the crowd to make way for him. He seemed to be walking slowly, but in the blink of an eye, he had arrived in front of the ruins of the Zhao residence.

He raised his head and looked at Wu Feng, who was standing on top of the ruins. He clenched his hands into fists and squeezed them a few times. Suddenly, a crisp bone cracking sound could be heard