C627 Ghost King Insect to Help

Before Zhang Yu could react, a streak of bloody light flashed and vanished around the corner of the street.

"Where do you think you're going?!"

Ning Hu, invigorated, bellowed, his speed outpacing Zhang Yu's as he surged forward like a lightning bolt.

With a flick of his wrist, Zhang Yu tucked the desiccated corpse into his Storage Ring and took off after the fleeing blood shadow