C1533 Let Me Take You All to Hell
Outside the marshland, ninety-nine members of the Death's Scythe pulled the five hundred survivors out of the marshland one by one. However, at this moment, each of them looked more and more miserable than the last.
Most of them had injuries on their bodies. Some of them looked very serious, but they probably wouldn't die within a short period of time.
As long as they didn't die. .
