Seeing the drunkard, Luo Zheng felt as if a mountain was pressing down upon him. Such a strong presence, and this was without even displaying any intent to fight or kill. Just peacefully approaching, the atmosphere was so dense and solid. It was no wonder he was of the elite level, truly a master. Under the stimulation of the strong liquor, Luo Zheng's blood began to boil, his fighting spirit surged up, and he couldn't help but laugh heartily, "Thanks." Saying this, he began to chug again.
At that moment, Luo Zheng felt a darkness before his eyes, as if a dark cloud was bearing down on him. He was startled when the bottle of liquor in his hands disappeared. Looking again, the drunkard was still in the same place, but now with a bottle in his hand, boldly guzzling it down exactly like Luo Zheng. His body also started to sway slowly.