The night outside Dragon City was as black as ink.
Ning Fan led three martial members of the Shadow Team forward, with a long rope trailing behind them.
The rope was dragging a black-cloaked figure tied up hand and foot.
"All that awaits you is destruction. The leader will avenge us, hahaha!"
The black-cloaked figure was in an extremely sorry state, his face covered in blood and dirt. As he spoke, his mouth struck a protruding stone on the ground again, smashing several teeth.
"Hmph, still spouting nonsense even at death's door."
The Shadow Team member using darts glanced back at the black-cloaked figure dragging on the ground like a dead dog, sneered coldly, and said, "Do you know why you're still alive?"
"Of course, it's so he can personally see his so-called invincible Blood Cross get completely destroyed in front of us!"
Before the black-cloaked figure could respond, another Shadow Team member chimed in, chuckling with ease.
"You'll pay the price, Hell awaits you!"
