C718 The Number One Poison in the World Festering Powder

"En," the young man grunted, and then slashed his arm again.

"Old Wan, you go first. Don't worry about me," Song Mo shouted.

"No, we have to go together," the youth disagreed.

"Both of you, don't even think about leaving!"

The leader of the men shouted from the outer circle.

Song Mo looked at the men