Chapter 287: Bottled Prisoner (11)
How unlucky could they get? In a place this huge, they'd run into two monsters in a row!
Facing Patrick's bloodthirsty gaze, Elina was clearly in a foul mood.
Strictly speaking, the Sin Fire on Patrick was a little weaker than that of the swordsman, Yun.
But only a little.
Judging by the burns covering him, Patrick had reaped quite a harvest lately. His strength had skyrocketed.
Fu Qian glanced at the corpses on the ground and found them a little familiar.
If he remembered correctly, these seemed to be the last group in the hall—the members of that temporary alliance.
As expected, in the end, they hadn't escaped Patrick's clutches!
It wasn't surprising. Elina had been right: without strength to back them up, their hastily formed alliance was nothing more than a flock of sheep huddling together for warmth.
The alliance's only purpose was to keep their numbers from dwindling too quickly, so they could all be served up to the Butcher as a delicious feast.
"Looks like today's my lucky day."
Patrick tossed the mangled corpse to the ground and gave the three of them a crazed grin, like a hyena that had spotted its prey.
"Too bad. You won't be so lucky this time."
Before he'd even finished speaking, a hooked chain shot from his hand, aimed straight at Elina.
Dark red flames flickered along it, and twisted flesh seemed to cling to its surface.
Clang!
Cross, who had been on high alert since the start, charged forward the moment the Butcher attacked without hesitation, blocking the chain with his weapon.
Even so, the force behind it left his arm numb.
Foul blood splashed from the chain and landed on his hammer, eating several holes into it.
"Not bad. Turns out I