Just as Zhou Yu stopped, Elder Zhuo quickly chased after him.
Seeing Zhou Yu actually stopping, his face froze, and then he sneered:
"Run, why don't you?"
"Weren't you quite good at running?"
"Why have you stopped now?"
Zhou Yu looked at him expressionlessly, without uttering a word.
Elder Zhuo sneered once more.
"What? Planning to use your Sound Wave Skill in a desperate struggle again?"
"Zhou Yu, let me tell you, I have figured out all your tricks. You are seriously injured now and at your wit's end, stop struggling and just accept your death."
As Elder Zhuo finished speaking, he prepared to make a move.
But the moment he started to move, he froze.
He suddenly saw a powerful surge of blood and Qi emanating from Zhou Yu's body. In the next moment, the wounds on his body, especially the injury on his chest, began to heal visibly to the naked eye.
