"Tan Lang, Po Jun, you finally made it."
Seeing the six people who appeared, Lu Tianxing finally relaxed his long-held heart.
"Boss, sorry for making you wait. On the way here, we encountered a group of small rats blocking our path. It took some time to deal with them, but it seems we arrived just in time."
Tan Lang grinned at Lu Tianxing, revealing a row of white teeth, his eyes as sharp as a hawk as he scanned the surroundings: "Boss, is it this bunch of trash? Today, we'll butcher them."
"That's right, our goal today is to send them to hell."
Meanwhile, the shocked Holder also came back to his senses, his gaze sweeping over Starving Ghost and the others. He let out a sigh of relief upon not finding the poison master that everyone feared from the Netherworld Mercenary Corps.
