"Are you sure that there are no chances?" Mo Yunhuang looked at Jiang Wu, his eyes were red, and the atmosphere surrounding them was cold and oppressive.
There were many experts in the chamber, all of them were trembling, and the dense scent of blood wafted through the air as two people were lying on the ground, bathed in their own blood.
Their fingers were broken, and wounds were adorning their bodies, but none of them dared to even whimper in pain as they laid flat on the ground.
Mo Yunhuang was very angry, and when he was angry, no one was able to withstand his fury.
Even Jiang Wu, who was the most respected subordinate, and the closest to Mo Yunhuang, was scared beyond belief.
While Mo Yunhuang was usually very terrifying when angry, Jiang Wu had never seen him this furious before, and the consequences were dire.
