He didn't even have time to let out his last scream before he was completely dead. His limp body was completely embedded in the wall, but he didn't fall.
The white man slowly and elegantly retracted his palm. An invisible stream of air gathered the blood of the dead cultivator into a ball. With a light flick of his finger, the blood returned to the cultivator's face.
A bloody mess!
It was truly a tragic sight!
"You're indeed trash. How boring!"
The white man snorted disinterestedly, then raised his head arrogantly."What cultivators Management Association? it seems like it's just an empty title. Why should we care about such an unrated organization?"
"He's just a low-level guard, what's there to be proud of?"
The Asian woman coldly glanced at the body on the wall and then turned her eyes to the other side of the corridor.""It seems like the person in charge is already here!"
