C478 To Live Longer

"Ah!"

With a flash of the blade, the North Court guard who had just lit up his cigarette and was about to put away the lighter let out a shrill cry.

His right hand fell onto the stone beam, still holding the lighter.

Blood shot out like an arrow, and he howled in pain. He held his right hand with his left hand and squatted down.

Seeing that all the special agents were about to be wiped out