C288 Massacre!!

Ah...

"Old Jiang!"

In the midst of the murky fog, Qi Zhiguo witnessed a cloud of blood ascend, its potent scent flooding his nostrils and churning his stomach.

His heart raced. As a spineless lackey accustomed to preying on the weak, he had never encountered such a formidable presence. He bellowed at the monstrous shadow looming within the fog.

"You vile creature! This is the Nine-pole School