Kacha!
All the Witherer Disciples were instantly cut clean!
A large amount of blood fell like rain.
There was only a corpse that had been cut into two on the ground in front of them. It was the leader's corpse!
"Hey, don't you want to hear how much he's paying?"
Zangula carefully wiped his sweat, his expression somewhat speechless.
Matthew shrugged.
" It doesn't matter. I know the Witherer Disciples. They are one of the few groups in the world that are poorer than the necromancers."
Zangula said,
" There's no problem killing them, but their forms are very special. I suspect that most of the Witherer Disciples are not dead."
Matthew nodded lightly.
Everyone had noticed the abnormality of the Witherer Disciples, but no one had an answer as to where the source was.
Coincidentally, an unusual corpse appeared in front of him.
He wanted to go over and take a look.
Who knew that at this moment?
