"Elder Jiang, why are you in such a hurry to run? We haven't talked enough!"
The two Necromancer Saints started laughing wildly again.
Jiang Tang didn't reply. He gritted his teeth and ran forward again.
"Don't waste your energy. We have been preparing for so many years and specially developed a poison to deal with you Saints."
"You can't run a thousand meters."
The tall Necromancer Saint said.
They looked at Jiang Tang who was running away in a sorry state and didn't chase after him. Instead, they followed behind him at a leisurely pace.
"Big brother, do you still remember us?"
The tall Necromancer Saint asked.
"Of course I remember. It's unforgettable!
Back then, we were also forced to run like dogs by them. "
"Not only did they snatch our family's property, but they also wanted to kill us all."
"The God of Darkness really opened his eyes and allowed us to escape to the mass grave to obtain the inheritance of the Undead Race!"
The short Necromancer Saint sighed.
Three hundred meters, four hundred meters … eight hundred meters …
Jiang Tang's eyes were blurred and he only had 10% of his fighting energy left.
His body fell from the sky in a crooked manner.
He ran for another hundred meters desperately.
He really had no energy left and couldn't run anymore.
Jiang Tang's heart was filled with despair.
But at this moment, a familiar figure appeared in his blurred eyes.
It seemed … it seemed to be Zhang Xing?
That's impossible. According to the distance, he should have just walked out of the desert.
Sigh!
The strong hope in his heart made him hallucinate.
He shook his head. Why did the hallucination still exist in his eyes?
He tried to open his eyes wide. That's right, it was Zhang Xing's illusion.
Moreover, why was this illusion getting clearer and clearer?
"Saint Zhang?
Is that you? "
He muttered weakly.
"Yes, it's me, Saint Jiang. I haven't seen you for two months. How did you get poisoned again?"
Jiang Tang was stunned when he heard the familiar voice.
This wasn't an illusion. Zhang Xing wasn't an illusion either?
If it was an illusion, it was impossible to talk to him so clearly.
In a daze, he felt his body being supported by someone and a pill entered his mouth.
A moment later, his thoughts returned to his mind. He opened his eyes and saw the person in front of him clearly.
Who else could it be but Zhang Xing?
He was overjoyed.
"Saint Zhang …"
The moment he said those two words, his mouth was filled with bitterness. Perhaps it was because he was agitated, or perhaps it was because he was touched.
Choked up and couldn't go on.
He had saved his life twice!
He was deeply impressed by Zhang Sheng's magnanimity.
Now, he understood why Zhang Xing hadn't killed a Saint.
It wasn't that he was afraid of the forces behind these people, but that he was concerned about the world and had long expected this day to come.
"They are Necromancer Saints. They are in cahoots with that person in the desert!"
"The south of the central continent has changed. The zombies are attacking the Holy Capital's first line of defense!"
Jiang Tang did not turn around. He believed that Zhang Xing would understand.
The two Necromancer Saints were puzzled. Why did Jiang Tang, who was about to be captured, suddenly have the strength to fight back?
However, seeing that it was a young man, he did not mind.
They walked over slowly.
"Elder Jiang, did you meet someone you know?
A junior of the family? "
The tall necromancer said.
"Don't you want to know why I'm going?"
Jiang Tang had recovered some of his strength. He turned around and said coldly.
"Ga ga!
Don't tell me you're going to look for this young man. "
The short necromancer Saint said.
"That's right. I'm here to invite Saint Zhang. As long as he's here, your undead army will be a pile of bones."
"As long as Saint Zhang waved his hand, you Necromancer Saints would become his slaves!"
Jiang Tang was so confident in Zhang Xing.
However, the two Necromancer Saints scoffed.