And Zhang Heng is the protagonist of the myth.
Just now, when Zhang Heng said he would lead it to break through, Dark Wing Black Crow actually didn't have much hope in his heart.
It was only when I recalled Zhang Heng's past miracles that I was willing to believe him.
When the scene before his eyes, which was like a god descending from heaven, Dark Wing Black Crow even felt a sense of unreality.
After a few days, my strength improved a little.
Zhang Heng's strength has improved by more than a large amount.
It's a monster.
"Fortunately, I didn't become the enemy of this monster."
Darkwing Black Crow wiped the cold sweat from his head with his wings, feeling deeply grateful.
On the other side, Zhang Heng ignored the shock of the outsiders and frowned instead.
The Hydralisk Centurion, who was knocked two kilometers away by a punch, didn't die?
Although his breath was weak, he was still alive.
“Something’s wrong!”
Zhang Heng silently calculated his own damage.
"My base strength is 695 points. With various bonuses, it can be increased to the same level as other powerful people."
"I also have a total damage increase of 4.1 times, which means that my punch can output some damage."
"The enemy will be further weakened by the Blood Sea King Slaughter Formation, the Five Senses Talent Set, and the Crushing into Dust Talent, leaving only 42% of its defense."
"With all these advantages, let alone a peak-level fourth-order warrior, even an ordinary mid-level fifth-order warrior would be killed instantly by a single punch from me."
"But how did the Hydralisk Centurion survive?"
Zhang Heng lowered his head and pondered, when suddenly a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.
"It seems I'm not the only one who has the gift of immunity from death."
"But it's just a lingering breath!"
A cold arc appeared at the corner of Zhang Heng's mouth, and his silver-white wings flapped rapidly.
Less than 9 seconds.
The distance of 2000 meters was closed in a flash.
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