In the darkness, Zhao Yang's figure flashed at the corner.

The man behind him instantly lost Zhao Yang's trace, and he could not even sense Zhao Yang's position.

After just a moment of pause, he rushed towards this side, obviously quite confident.

When he rushed to this corner, he was a little startled and stopped. Looking at Zhao Yang who was standing there, he laughed coldly: "Sure enough, he can actually find my tracking!"

Zhao Yang smiled lightly and looked at the person in front of him. He saw that the other person was not tall and looked like an ordinary middle-aged man in his forties.

"What do you want to do with me?"

Zhao Yang said in a low voice.

"Haha...what do?" the middle-aged man chuckled and said, "Don't you know?"

"I don't know!" Zhao Yang shook his head and said.

"In just a few months, you have gone from an ordinary person to an awakened person who is close to the second level and can even use his ultimate move. It seems that you have obtained some treasure, right!"

The middle-aged man's eyebrows were gloomy and laughed coldly: "Since it hit me, then I will hand it over it honestly, so I can spare your life!"

"Super it?" Zhao Yang sneered: "I'm still alive if I hand it over?"

"Haha...I didn't expect that I was still a sensible person!"

"Since that's the case, let me do it myself and see what treasure you are hiding!"

The middle-aged man's eyes turned cold, his right hand stretched out, and his clawed clawed, and said, "Sleepy!"

Zhao Yang felt that his body was tight, and it seemed as if there was an invisible rope that trapped him, and he could not move at all.
Chapter completed!