"..."
The despair on the Dead Sore's face deepened.
"How the hell am I supposed to take care of you for life? Would it be alright if you leave?"
On the other side.
The horse-faced man, upon hearing the name Witch Doctor, didn't turn his head, but his entire back was instantly drenched in sweat.
Witch Doctor, True Martial, Emperor Zhenwu.
Though nominally one of the Four Saints of the North Pole, his status is equivalent to one of the Four Imperial Lords.
This is one of the most elite groups of Authority Ability... Empowerers!
At the same time.
When Dead Sore was conversing with the deceitful-looking old Daoist.
The doors of Celestial Strategy Trading behind Lin Ying burst open once more, and three more people emerged.
Si Yujie.
Zhang Xiufeng from Dragon Tiger Mountain.
Chen Qing from Qingcheng Mountain.
The three walked out, and upon seeing the corridor splattered with thick blood, they all paused momentarily.
But they quickly regained their composure.
