Seeing Zheng Qing give the order, Zhang Ji Xin, who was already itching for action, shot forward like a cannonball, kicking up a cloud of dirt underfoot as he charged into the bluish-white mist outside the camp.
The Blue Giant followed behind, striding through the shattered gate, thrusting his hands into the smoke; with a mighty grab and tear, blood burst forth like a torrential downpour, instantly dying a large patch of mist, revealing that he had already torn apart an ogre bound by vines.
The attack was so successful that Zheng Qing wondered if the two-headed ogre was overrated, contemplating whether to let the little witch in the hunting team take over the binding spell while he joined the battle to gain some achievements himself.
Thinking this, he involuntarily glanced sideways in the direction of Li Meng.
