Grand Battle

In a small room, Zhang Zetao suddenly jolted awake on a small wooden bed. He had barely sat up before grimacing and collapsing back onto the bed.

A fierce pain shot through his lower back, making him wish he were dead.

He only remembered reasoning with Zhang Lin and those little brats before he passed out. So why was he here now?

Since Zhang Zetao and the others were not disciples taken in by Ye Lei and his group, they were not directly under Outlier's jurisdiction. The place they were currently in was one of the City Defense Squad's strongholds. They were adults, after all. Besides carrying out city defense missions, they also had to keep up with their studies. As for cultivation, once they broke through to a bottleneck, they could only head to Eight Soul Suppressors headquarters for certification, after which they would naturally receive a suitable soul ring. In terms of treatment, they could not compare to the Soul Hunting Squad. Their talent simply was not good enough.

"You're awake?"

Li Zhi pushed open the door to the small room and poked his head through the crack.

"You bastard, you electrocuted me again. What do you take me for? That thing hurts like hell."

Zhang Zetao rubbed his aching brow and eyes, unable to stop himself from complaining.

Every time he clashed with Zhang Ning, he would definitely get electrocuted once. He was practically numb from it by now.

He was finally clear-headed too. Thinking back, was there really any need for him to fight over ownership of those two five-thousand-year soul beasts after they died?

There was no need at all. He could not claim any credit by bringing those two five-thousand-year soul beasts back, so why bother?

Who knew how long ago this had happened?