As Yang Zhen twisted his head and rushed to the front, everyone was taken aback.
On Yang Zhen's shoulder, the wily cat scurried onto Hua Youyue's shoulder with a weird cry when Yang Zhen turned to roll up his sleeves: "Kid, are you crazy? Do you know how evil the Blood Illusion Bronze is... What the fuck!"
Hum——!
A terrifying shock wave raced towards them, enveloping everyone present in the blink of an eye – everyone, including the wily cat, was shocked beyond words, their eyes empty.
Hua Youyue's eyes flashed with a hint of struggle, and she stared intently at Yang Zhen, a hint of pain flashing in her eyes. Suddenly, she hit her chest hard, coughed up a mouthful of blood, regained some clarity for a moment, looked at Yang Zhen who was still dashing forward, and muttered in surprise: "Yang Zhen, be...careful!"
After speaking, Hua Youyue stood still, her face turned incredibly pale.