"Who is that? Get out here."
Zhao Wenjun immediately stood up from the ground, summoned a golden longsword, gripped it in his hand, and vigilantly scanned his surroundings, his face filled with rage.
Seeing that his sneak attack was ineffective, Fang Hong no longer hid. He leaped out from his hiding spot and walked step by step towards Zhao Wenjun, his eyes cold.
"It's actually you."
Zhao Wenjun's face was filled with surprise when he saw Fang Hong's figure.
"Zhao Wenjun, it's time to settle our grievances today." Fang Hong said coldly.
As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately summoned the demon soul banner.
Boom.
The moment the demon soul banner appeared, rolling demonic qi instantly enveloped the surroundings. Demonic light shot out in all directions, carrying an eerie and sinister aura, pressing down on Zhao Wenjun.
"A Soul Banner."
Zhao Wenjun's face immediately turned unsightly under the influence of the demon soul banner.
