Bagua City, at the end of the street was a blood-soaked battlefield, and behind that approached the endless darkness.
The vast majority of people in the city did not think calmly, simply striving to move forward.
Pang Jian paid close attention to what was behind him.
They kept a proper distance from the darkness, moving towards the city center without panic.
After slowing down, Pang Jian even tried to practice the powering method of the "Ground Flame Spell," hoping to add some strength when the big battle broke out.
"Zhou... Zhou,"
Suddenly, from the side of a stone building on the street, a frail and delicate voice called out.
The voice was timid, seemingly filled with surprise and yet somewhat uncertain.
Zhou Qingchen was suddenly shaken to his core, and a look of wild joy filled his rough and unrestrained face in an instant.
He abruptly looked toward the stone building, suppressing the excitement in his heart, and called out in a low voice, "Jiang, is it really... you?"
