Chapter 518_1

In this Bloody Battlefield, Zhang Chi's luck had always been an amalgamation of good and bad.

To say his luck was good, he would find himself in danger constantly, as if a moment of inattention might cause his downfall.

But to say his luck was bad, each time he encountered danger, someone would always come to his rescue in time, or he would himself think of a solution.

This meant that amidst the countless paths to death, there was always a sliver of chance for survival.

Zhang Chi couldn't help imagining that perhaps there was a high-level player in the heavens moving the pieces, one wanting him dead, another wishing him alive.

Of course, such imagination was purely the result of insufficient security and had no logical support; it was simply self-entertainment amidst dangerous situations.

Now, the Ghost Race had arrived, and it seemed inevitable that they would clash with the people of Tianquan Mountain. Zhang Chi quickly grabbed Chen Runyu, ready to escape at any moment.