C455 Ink Splashing in the Night

The night was as dark as ink. Occasionally, a breeze would blow past, causing the air to be filled with the pungent smell of blood, making people feel nauseous. A black shadow rapidly flew across the night sky. In a few light leaps, it had already landed on the roof of the hotel.

Looking down at the tragic battle, Gu Yuanxiang had no expression on his face. On the other hand