Bang.
The Blood Clan dropped the person from its mouth onto the ground; upon closer inspection, old Yang and his wife realized it was Zhou Qi, who had just left.
However, Zhou Qi was beyond recognition, his face shriveled, making it nearly impossible to discern his appearance.
They recognized him only by his clothes.
"Please, don't kill us."
Old Yang fell to his knees with a pleading look on his face.
He hadn't expected that after two from the Blood Clan had left, another would arrive.
"Ah!"
The cry of alarm from the dancer's mouth as she dashed toward the exit.
"Hmph!"
The Blood Clan snorted coldly and swiftly charged after her.
A black shadow struck the dancer's body, vanishing in an instant.
The next instant, the Blood Clan reappeared where it had been standing.
The dancer exploded into a cloud of blood mist, like a cannonball fired out, flying horizontally over ten meters off the rooftop before plummeting down.
