"You..."
Zhao Sheng stared at Alkaid with a death grip, "Cough, cough... Who on earth... are you..."
"Tsk!"
Alkaid drew his sword and stepped back.
"You don't need to know..."
"Huh..."
He glared at Alkaid as if to etch his face into memory.
"Alkaid? This isn't the end..."
The body, not fully transformed into a demon, slipped down against the wall and crashed onto the ground.
Crimson blood quickly spread out, staining the carpet dark.
The breath of life rapidly slipped away from him.
Alkaid picked up the Soul Capturing Orb and, using Divine Intent, soon drew something similar to a "Remnant Soul" into the Treasure Bead.
But by then, the outside had already erupted in a cacophony of noise and booming.
Accompanied by the "rat-tat-tat" of gunfire.
Clearly, now was not the time to check Zhao Sheng's memories.
He shook the blood-stained sword in his hand, sensing a quickly approaching individual with exceptionally strong blood and vital energy.
