Scrape, scrape, scrape...
Zhang Xiaohao's body staggered, almost falling to the ground.
The Xingtian Battle Axe he was holding in his hand turned into streaks of blood-red lines and re-entered his body.
"Lord, are you alright?" Seeing this scene, Qing Mian immediately rushed over and asked anxiously.
He supported Zhang Xiaohao with both hands.
"Nonsense! Do I look alright to you?" Zhang Xiaohao rolled his eyes and said.
"Heh heh." Qing Mian gave a dry laugh.
"Stop standing there. There are a few 'little cats' hiding in the southeastern and northwestern corners, go take care of them," Zhang Xiaohao instructed.
"But Lord, you... how are you..." Qing Mian hesitated.
"I'm fine! Don't worry, go quickly!" Zhang Xiaohao said.
"Mm." Qing Mian nodded his head.
With a tap of his foot, he sped off towards the southeastern corner, employing his movement martial arts...
After he left.
