Dragooning

That muscular man’s body was densely covered in black hair, he had his chest bared, pouncing on Ji Hao like a standing black bear. When he was still over ten-zhang away from Ji Hao, the long spear holding in his hand began making muffled noises already. Streams of black mist coiled on that long spear, and from the spearhead to the hilt over a thousand black spell symbols lit up one after another. A strong and sticky sense of power that would make people feel frigid silently and imperceptibly spread out.

“Kid, come taste my spear!” That man was in an extreme rage. On the one hand, he was quite drunk and wasn’t in his right mind, on the other hand, Ji Hao messed up his joyful plan, and because of this, he intended to bring Ji Hao a real trouble. All the way, those Ink Ape Clan warriors had never taken Ji Hao seriously. Therefore, this man had absolutely no fear to Ji Hao as he was launching his attack at him right now.