The night wind howled.
In an instant, a deep growl spread within a hundred-meter radius.
From afar, Zhang Xuan and others who were approaching heard it and saw the scene.
The Flying Bear King quickly reached out to stop the others.
"Wait! Don't go over yet!"
He had the best eyesight and immediately noticed something was amiss over there.
The momentum and positioning of those few people were clearly not for play.
"What's going on!? That sound just now." Zhang Xintai's face turned slightly pale; the toxin was starting to affect him.
He gazed into the distance, unable to make out the situation clearly.
Now, he had reached the fourth tier. This was the result of years of diligent practice and frantic supplementation.
But at this moment, watching the few figures rapidly exchanging blows under the moonlight afar, he only felt dazzled, unable to see their speed clearly.
