In a flash, countless thoughts crossed Zhou Yuheng's mind, but ultimately he gritted his teeth.
"Since I've already intervened, letting go now would definitely leave me in a bad spot with both sides, so might as well..." He glanced at Zhou Feng, and his eyes unmistakably exuded murderous intent.
While Zhou Feng was dashing forward, he suddenly felt a chill behind him, and a strong sense of crisis rose in his heart. Mid-run, he glanced over but found nothing unusual, raising his guard discreetly.
Since he decided to act as an assassin, Zhou Yuheng finally displayed his hidden moves. He reached into his chest, and a glossy, black sphere appeared in his palm.
Someone as formidable as Zhou Yuheng at the peak of the tenth tier is not one to be trifled with. Earlier, because his intention to kill Zhou Feng was not firm, coupled with the bald giant nearby possessing some formidable methods, he hadn't used them. Now, he had no reservations.
"The Thunderbolt..."
