Moments later, Lu Zheng gathered the Cloud Qi, and Du Huanzhen and Duan Changzai noticed that two figures had appeared beside them, slumped on the ground.
"The Golden Centipede King?"
"A mysterious person?"
An elder with gray hair and a somber expression, dressed in golden robes.
A man in black clothes with a sharp appearance, his small eyes shifting swiftly.
"Captured alive?" Duan Changzai looked at Lu Zheng, astonished, "So easily?"
Lu Zheng waved his hand, "Not easily, these two guys are quite formidable, more troublesome than capturing those Fish Demons last time."
Duan Changzai blinked, although he wasn't sure who the Fish Demons were, he sensed they weren't ordinary characters.
But, in just a few years?
Once needing to team up against a Scorpion Spirit, the White Cloud Temple's layman now could single-handedly capture a Thousand-Year-old Great Demon.
