Meanwhile, at a certain spot in Snow Wolf Valley, Meng Guizang was panting heavily, holding a silver spear, using it to support himself on the ground just to barely maintain a standing posture. His entire body was trembling, and his entire right arm holding the spear was already soaked in blood.
And the person standing opposite him was surprisingly the leader of those bandit thieves!
The leader in black had eyes flashing with incomparable cruelty, sneering as he watched Meng Guizang's blood drip onto the snowy ground, coldly saying: "To take on a move from me without dying, you are entitled to feel proud."
Meng Guizang's whole body trembled, inwardly cursing his bad luck. If he had encountered other enemies, he would have had the confidence to escape or even counter-kill them.
But encountering this leader at the Extreme Human Emperor level, he basically had only one path left: death.
His strength was far inferior to Wang Ruquan, thus he had no chance to even flee.
"Damn it!"
