Four hours had passed, and Zhang Dongyang looked in the direction Zhang Fan had gone, his eyes flashing with worry.
Water?
He could be said to have run for two hours, yet he hadn't found even a bit of anything green.
Looking at Varidas and his group's expectant expressions, Zhang Dongyang sighed.
He wondered how many of this group would remain once they set out.
A group of people sat on a small sand dune, their gaze lingering in the direction Zhang Fan had taken.
Soon, Zhang Dongyang stood up.
The person sprinting with a backpack in tow, if not Zhang Fan, then who?
But the next moment, seeing the figure behind Zhang Fan, Zhang Dongyang drew his Military Dagger and dashed towards Zhang Fan.
"Dad, run fast, a herd of beasts is coming, their Combat Power is through the roof." Zhang Fan shouted.
Zhang Dongyang's eyes glinted with a dangerous light, and as he finally got a clear view of Black Shark following behind, he fiercely rubbed his eyes.
The boss?
How could it be him!
