"Zhao, it's time to use the ultimate move," Li said.
Another man in black nodded. In a few minutes, they were going to enter Shahai Town. Although they had a very powerful backer, the deeds they were performing should not be known to others, so they dared not openly kill someone in Shahai Town.
They must deal with it beforehand.
As Zhao ran, he shook his head from side to side. Chu Hao occasionally looked back and was horror-stricken because black Qi started to emerge from Zhao's seven apertures; it continuously flowed from his nostrils to his ears and sometimes surged from his eyes into his mouth.
He was like a monster.
"Meow, I knew there was something off about this guy. It turns out he's cultivated a demonic technique," Fat Cat suddenly exclaimed. It was following far behind Chu Hao, and as long as it didn't speak, who would pay attention to a cat?
"What demonic technique?" Chu Hao also transmitted his question with Divine Sense.
