The black-clad man watched as the Hurricane Falcons vanished without a trace, and couldn't help but curse quietly: "Useless," scared away by a mere projection.
Even the Black Tiger beneath him let out an annoyed roar.
Not just the three Hurricane Falcons, but it too was startled, naturally infuriated after realizing it had been fooled.
When the black-clad man looked towards the position of Chu Chen and the others, he found it had long been deserted.
A ray of sunlight fell onto the face of the black-clad man; if Chu Chen and the others were here, they would surely recognize him.
This black-clad man was none other than the person they were longing to see, Zhang Kun.
Zhang Kun patted the Black Tiger's head and said in a deep voice, "Follow them."
The Black Tiger's wings shook sharply, and its figure instantly vanished from its original place.
The Black Tiger was very fast, and within mere breaths, it had caught up again.
