"Zheng Cheng, you..."
"Boom!"
Just as Zhao Yunxiao was puzzled, he saw Zheng Cheng already pounced on him.
At the same time, the figure of a girl behind him suddenly leaped up, screaming miserably.
On her body, flames that were invisible yet twisted, were burning wildly!
Shen Nanfeng took a step forward, quickly stroking his right hand over the array disk.
Lines of array patterns gushed out from the array disk, forming a simple protective array in an instant.
"It's the Mistress of the Black Sun! She's not dead yet!"
Zheng Cheng was also panting heavily, as if he was being chased by a rabid dog.
"The Mistress of the Black Sun?!"
Zhao Yunxiao exclaimed in surprise, "Zheng Cheng, how did you find out?"
"Did I?"
Zheng Cheng shifted his gaze and said, "I have a new skill and happened to discover her true identity!"
"New skill?"
Zhao Yunxiao became interested and asked, "What kind of skill?"