A traitor? confrontation?

"Mr. Qi, is that you?"

Looking at the man standing in front of the Holy Dragon city's camp, a simple-looking transmigrator from another world hesitated for a moment before calling out in a probing tone.

"Yes, it's me. You must be Zhang Dazhuang!"

The man called Mr. Qi asked the middle-aged man with a smile. He seemed very friendly.

that's right. I'm Zhang Dazhuang. I didn't expect you to remember me, Mr. Qi!

Zhang Dazhuang's face was filled with excitement. He was obviously honored that Mr. Qi could remember his name. However, his expression quickly turned into one of shock as he glared at the Holy Dragon City cultivators around him with resentment.

Mr. Qi, have you been captured by these evil demons? don't worry, I'll go save you with my brothers!

As expected, with Zhang Dazhuang's loud roar, the surrounding transmigrators also roared in unison, ready to rush out of the restricted area to save the people.