Over the sky, there is a scarlet color, like blood.

Wu Zichuan stood in the void, his eyes closed slightly, around his body, floating countless lines, and in front of him, is the fleeing man of the Zodiac.

One stands still, the other flees, forming a strong contrast.

Suddenly, Wu Zichuan's eyes opened and a strand of repressed air blossomed in the air, killing rampant, sweeping the whole space, as if only killing.

"Let's go!"

Hu Yang's iron face changed slightly and his body suddenly swept forward as he stepped forward.

Seeing its movements, the other masters of the Zodiac of Veterinarians were all exercising their personal skills and fleeing...