Within the spirit world.
Mist shrouded the area, and visibility was extremely poor.
Zhong Shenxiu cast a sidelong glance at the members of this "suicide squad."
Apart from him, there were Guo Shi and three other Quasi Martial Artists.
There were also three Martial Artists: one was Heavy Gunner Lei Hong, one was White Crane Xue Taoren, and the last was Flying Dragon Sword Zhan Quan.
These three Martial Artists showed not the slightest trace of arrogance. Instead, two of them looked dispirited. Clearly, they had already fought once as part of the Vanguard Squad and unleashed a burst of Qi and Blood. It was like making an ordinary person run ten thousand meters, then asking them to run another round—they would practically piss blood!
As for the last one, Flying Dragon Sword Zhan Quan, no one knew where he had been dragged in from. His eyes were cold and sinister, and he held an ironwood sword in his arms.
Ordinary wood was of little use in the spirit world. This sword of his had clearly been passed down through his family. No one knew what special material it had been forged from, but it was comparable to steel while still being acknowledged by the spirit world. Its killing power was certainly extraordinary.
At this moment, the eight of them were lying low on the rooftop of a residential building, gazing down at a garden.
This should have been the residential complex's green belt. A small garden had been built there, with a two-meter-wide stream winding around it like a moat, making it resemble an isolated island. There was even a pavilion on it, with exercise equipment beside it.
But by now, the isolated island had long since become a living hell.
Blood, severed limbs, and mangled corpses littered the