The Native Versus Xilin

Zhou Quan was here. His shiny hair swept back and four horns growing from the top of his head. He was wearing a black suit and a pair of big sunglasses—at a glance, one would've thought the black yak had come round. They were truly of the same origin.

"Brother, I'm here! Although I have mediocre strength, I can cheer for you and boost the morale!" Zhou Quan approached with long strides and was nonchalant despite risking his life.

What was going on now? Divine sons from the outer realms had clustered together into groups and the young god had already arrived with 200 or so visualization-level experts!

Even Chu Feng hadn't expected there would be so many foreign experts descending onto Earth. His situation was dire, and it would be incredibly dangerous to walk with him.

Zhou Quan!" Chu Feng rose. He walked over towards him and they embraced briefly.