Drip!
The rain continues to fall, landing on the white bones, splattering tiny droplets of water.
It's like a mirror, reflecting the shock on everyone's faces!
"How is this possible..." The Butcher's throat writhed; He could only swallow repeatedly trying to calm himself down.
He would never have thought... Sebastian Parks, who they ignored and treated like a puppet, successfully backstabbed The Ninth Finger!
Abundant Green widened her eyes. Even though she could feel a rhythm in her belly, she almost thought she was being deceived by an illusion!
Exactly how many hidden tactics does a Door Disciple have?
On the Eighth Finger's "Ж" pattern mask, a faint red light flickers, falling into silence.
She didn't think the Disciple was joking. He really came to claim victory!
And he did it right in front of them!
"What's going on?"
