C407 Chapter 407

A longsword stood planted in front of him, the brush tossed on the ground. Moh Yao bit into his fingertip until blood welled up, then used his finger to draw a talisman. This time the talisman flared a deep, vivid red, reeking of iron and gore—enough to make even killers who’d clawed their way through piles of corpses frown.

No matter what they did