"You dare to glare at me, pass out for me!" Zhang Xiaohao snorted coldly.
A brick appeared in his left hand and without any warning, he smacked it on the head of the woman in black.
Bang!
The woman in black felt as if she had been struck hard by a Mount Tai, and her consciousness quickly faded as she collapsed to the ground.
Zhang Xiaohao swiftly grabbed her and held her in his arms. Meanwhile, with a sweep of his right hand, he collected the Demon Dragon Holy Horn that had fallen on the ground, as well as the Ancient Demon statue dozens of feet tall in front of him, into the Shennong Ring.
After finishing all this, Zhang Xiaohao let out a low growl, "Release!!!"
As Zhang Xiaohao's voice fell, Zha Muzhen, who had been ready, waved his hand, sending thousands of Divine Thunders from his palm towards the old monsters in the Mahayana and Unification Realms.
Zhang Xiaohao did the same, tossing all the Divine Thunders given to him by Hei Wuchang.
