This man exuded a majestic aura, and his whole body was filled with a substantial, overwhelming killing intent.
As he approached, the ground immediately frosted over, sending a bone-chilling sensation through the area.
"One of the ten war gods of the Crimson Flame Corps, Chi Long?" Zhang Long saw this man, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. His heart raced with anxiety.
Chi Long was renowned on the foreign battlefield, known for his decisive killings. He had once taken on a hundred enemies at once and slain over twenty war god-level experts.
In the last ten years, Chi Long's power had surged, rumored to have reached the level of a Great King.
Zhang Long was merely a war god-level expert. Facing someone like Chi Long could only lead to a disastrous outcome.
"So, you know me," Chi Long continued to glare at Zhang Long. "Since you recognize me, it makes things easier."
