Dark clouds still occupied the sky even though it was the time for the sun to rise from the East, covering Bangkok in the dark. Rolling thunderclaps felt like they were coming down from the Ninth Heaven. The atmosphere was like being suppressed, as though a storm was brewing, giving off a suffocating feeling in everyone's heart.
The smell of blood was as though covering everyone's nose, while vague killing intent permeated in the air, making the hot summer bring out a chill. Tang Xiu looked like he was sitting calmly in the car, yet his mind was thinking rapidly. No matter how heartless the path of the Great Dao was, he was still a man with emotions. Unfortunately, the higher he wanted to reach, the more he must make himself treat his enemies with ruthlessness.
'Dark Shaman Clan.'
