A middle-aged man with a tattered and bloody robe, because of a few small dangers, was stabbed deep into different parts of his body and was surrounded by eight black-clad individuals wearing black masks to hide their faces.
However, the middle-aged man's aura was completely expanded and chaotic as there were black markings spreading all over his neck and face, and from his bloodshot eyes, dark blood was streaming out.
The black-clad individuals were completely composed, and their auras were stable. They weren't making any haste moves since they knew the middle-aged man was on his last leg, and a cornered rat was extremely dangerous in this kind of state.
"You Sutton Bastards, even as a ghost, I'll never leave you alone!" The middle-aged man roared with hatred as he tightly gripped the bloody whip in his hand.
But the black-clad individuals didn't retort to his curse; only their completely crimson eyes remained impassive and emotionless.
