"Damn it!"
After cursing, Zhang Xiong took off the Alien Insect Bag from his waist, opened the bag wide, and poured out hundreds of fist-sized Four-winged Blood Mosquitoes.
Buzz, buzz, buzz!
In mid-air, the Four-winged Blood Mosquitoes circled once and quickly formed a Blood Cloud that charged towards Zhao Sheng and Zhao Chongwei.
At the same time, Third Chu Hu's head, face, and limbs rapidly grew green hair, then he leaped straight out of the stone pavilion, covering three zhang in one bound, his body stiff like a zombie, he hopped and pounced toward Zhao Sheng.
Zhao Sheng pulled Zhao Chongwei behind him and paid no attention to the swarm of Four-winged Blood Mosquitoes.
He quickly produced a Fireball Talisman, poured Spiritual Power into it, and forcefully threw it toward the sky.
The next second, at a height of seven or eight zhang above, an orange-red fireball the size of a human head suddenly exploded, standing out starkly against the dusky sky.
