Huang Jun is currently nursing his injuries.
The wound Xiao Zhan inflicted on his chest was torturous, the black Death Aura gnawing at him like bone maggots, impossible to clear away.
He could only weaken it bit by bit with immense Spirit Manipulation Energy.
"Death Demon Scythe, what an intense Death Aura, the purity of this Death Aura far exceeds their current Realm."
Merely Third Grade strength, yet this aura forces even someone of the Fifth Grade to confront it seriously. This shows how much fortune Xiao Zhan and his team gathered over this past year.
The more he dealt with them, the more astonished he became.
At this moment, the communicator rang.
"Uncle, Xiao Zhan and his team are indeed not dead, but it seems they were taken away by a group," Huang Fei's voice came through the communicator.
"Taken away by whom?"
Xiao Zhan's survival was completely within Huang Jun's expectations.
