Mandrill Bloodline Potion (2)

"Impossible! How can humans wield such incredible strength!"

Upon seeing the four-colored feathers being sent flying, Hei Peng's eyes were filled with disbelief. A strange expression briefly crossed his eyes. He then glanced at Hei Yao beside him and made a decision.

To escape.

While the Dark King might be fuming, there was undoubtedly something amiss with the abrupt appearance of this formidable human before him.

If he reported it to the Dark King, he might have a chance of survival.

At this thought, Hei Peng no longer hesitated and wanted to take the opportunity to escape.

Nevertheless, at that moment, four out of the five four-colored feathers had already been launched into the air. Han Shizhong's strike appeared to have reached its limit, only managing to deflect the fifth four-colored feather.

"Trying to run?"