"One more hour."

Zhou Zheng panted, glancing at the Patek Philippe watch on his wrist.

Just moments ago, Zhou Zheng appeared calm, but inside, he was on edge. No one understood better than him the crushing pressure exerted by the Mutated Black Eagle. The aura of a seventh-level Mutated Beast was such that, if truly provoked, it could easily destroy a city.

After a brief moment of relaxation, Zhou Zheng tightened his grip on his gun, his eyes scanning the surroundings.