Zheng was quick to respond. He dashed toward Jonathan the moment he heard the voice. Zheng had not let his guard down the past day and night because the distribution of power among this party was heavily skewed. He was among the most powerful players in the whole realm, but TengYi was not a combatant, LiuYu was still a newbie, and the rest were unconscious. The only two people in this party with the ability to fight were him and Imhotep.

Jonathan ran incredibly fast at a speed that could win a gold metal at international sprint competitions with ease. However, the Yellow Turbans were faster. In just a few steps of running, a huge hand smacked down from above. This smack would make him one with the ground no...