"Alright, everyone, stay alert for the Apocalypse Rogue."

As they left Chaoyang Market, Xiao Heng reminded the team.

Zhou Zheng was still leaning against the side of the truck bed, eyes closed for a nap, but holding a powerful bow in his arms.

Zhang Xun treated Xiao Heng's words as if they were air. A joke, really, for a sixth-tier martial artist like him could walk unchallenged within a fifty-kilometer radius of Titan City. He took down the longbow he was carrying, a 1.8-meter-long bow adorned with flashy decorations, much like the impressive longbows in games.