A man and a dog were swiftly chasing after him, their momentum like a rainbow.
Huang Zipo's scalp tingled, his face filled with sheer horror, revealing an expression as if he had seen a ghost.
Soon, he seemed to realize that he couldn't escape, his heart set, he suddenly stopped.
Turning around, he adjusted his breathing and took on a posture of facing death unflinchingly, ready for battle.
"Huff~"
In the next moment, Fang Zhixing charged forward like a gust of wind, landing in front of him.
Xigou closely followed, coming to a slick stop with a stylish drift, circling to Huang Zipo's back.
Pincer attack!
Huang Zipo looked at the man and dog, his face pale as paper, his heartbeat like a drum, sweat pouring down, his pupils trembling violently.
Fang Zhixing's eyes were blood-red, one-third supernatural, seven parts eerie, emitting a bone-chilling coldness, as if a god or devil had descended upon the world!