"Do it! All of you, do it!!"
Zuo Wu roared and flung out two balls of fire, setting the entire wooden house ablaze, the blazing flames roaring. Yet he didn't even need to speak, as the little girl wrapped in black mist took the initiative!
"Swoosh swoosh swoosh!"
Mu Wanqiu, enveloped in black mist, wore a cold expression, looking at everyone in the house as if they were mere ants.
In an instant, she darted left and right.
From within the black mist came a heart-palpitating roar, as if a real life was lurking inside—
Three seconds, or perhaps even shorter!
Splashes of fresh blood erupted inside the house, creating a scene both eerie and bloody, striking fear into hearts. This girl seemed like the illegitimate child of the "Netherworld King," completely dominating the lives within the black mist.
"Damn... my gun, where's my gun!?"
