Yu Zichuan: "They're coming."
Meng Lang jumped three feet high: "Where!"
Yu Zichuan: "Just kidding you."
Meng Lang: "...!!"
Yu Zichuan: "They're coming."
Meng Lang snorted: "Trying to trick me again? Do I look that easy to deceive?"
Yu Zichuan: "This time it's real."
Meng Lang waved his hand: "Tch, I'm not falling for it..."
Just as the words left his mouth, a dark shadow descended from the sky, swinging a gigantic axe viciously towards the two of them.
Meng Lang and Yu Zichuan quickly darted to the sides, each rolling on the ground before barely managing to stabilize themselves.
Looking at the spot they were just in, a long trench was carved by the giant axe.
Meng Lang looked up at the opponent with lingering fear.
It was a man, eight feet tall, so bulky that he seemed about to burst.
Looking at his arm, as thick as a bowl, and veins crawling like earthworms, Meng Lang felt a shiver of discomfort and eeriness.
