"do it!" huang yuan ordered.
the group of people who were covered in blood each held a strange weapon in their hands. there was something like a death god's scythe, something like a silver wire, and a soft sword.
among this group of people, some were wearing leather clothes, some were wearing windbreakers, and some were wearing long robes. their dressing was also quite strange.
there were six people in bloody hell's party. one of them was a woman with a voluptuous chest that made her clothes look like they were about to explode. she had an excellent figure, but her lips, which were as red as fresh blood, gave people an uncomfortable feeling.
when the rest of the people saw this group of people, their faces changed greatly. they were covered in cold sweat and were so nervous that they were trembling.
but leng rongrong was not nervous at all.
she just looked at the group of people curiously.
