You are Seeking Your Own Death

Fang Cheng was quite satisfied. Regardless of their mindsets, the strength of these three guys was not to be underestimated; each of them was only a step away from Disaster-Class.

Combined, the three of them would have no trouble dealing with a Disaster-Class opponent.

Now, only the Ghoul King, Aziz, remained.

The Baldy was sprawled on the ground, half-dead, while Peng Jie sat cross-legged on his back, using this Disaster-Class entity as a cushion.

Yellow gas permeated the area around the two of them, causing the earth to dry and crack. Any wind or snow that drifted in was instantly vaporized, turning the area into a complete dead zone that no one else dared to approach.

Fang Cheng walked in alone and arrived beside them. "Is it comfortable sitting there?"

Peng Jie rolled his eyes at him, annoyed. "What do you think? I'm definitely going to wash my ass when I get back; otherwise, this is just too disgusting."

He had to sit on Aziz to suppress the Ghoul King; otherwise, the moment he let his guard down, the guy would bolt.

Hearing the voice, Aziz raised his head to look at Fang Cheng and said weakly, "I can withdraw from the competition and even help you deal with Dracula."

"Are you reading from the same script as the Lich?"

Fang Cheng smiled. "He told me the same thing. Want to guess where he is now?"

Both of these guys had a favorability rating of -80 or lower toward him, making them mortal enemies.

Even if someone had their head caught in a door and their IQ dropped into the negatives, they still couldn't let these two go.

A flash of despair appeared in Aziz's eyes. "I even gave you a map of the Temple of Amon! Do you really