Mr. Corpse wore a suit and leather shoes, his silver hair hanging behind his head, meticulously combed. Several rings and thumb rings adorned his hands, and he looked like an overseas Chinese who had returned home.
Seeing that Lian Youming truly intended to challenge him, his narrow eyes widened slightly, and he smiled faintly. "Fine. I'll play with you two."
"Kill them all!"
With a long cry, Mr. Corpse left those words behind and sprang into the rain like lightning, pursuing Lian Youming and Li Da.
"Gulp! Gulp!"
As his words rang out and faded, a spine-chilling sound of swallowing suddenly rose from the rain.
Everyone looked toward the sound, only to see Mangus cradling a guard's still-warm corpse, sucking greedily and hungrily at the bloody hole in its throat. The sight made everyone's heart jolt, friend and foe alike.
"Kill!"
Amid the torrential rain, the two sides instantly lunged at each other.
Meanwhile, at the other end of the island.
Wind and rain battered their chests as Lian Youming and Li Da sprinted at full speed, their eyes like cold lightning, awaiting the formidable enemy rapidly approaching from behind. Li Da said gravely, "His strength should be at half a step into Mystic Connection. He submitted to the Hidden Killing Society to use their drugs to advance that final half step. But Yang Cuo and I have fought him several times lately, and we discovered that he seems to have a hidden injury. Someone must have struck three inches below his armpit with powerful inner strength, injuring his heart meridians. His strength has already declined. We might have a chance!"
Lian Youming dared not be careless.
Back then, this man had gravely injured him with a single finger. He had practically been powerless to fight back.
Now that they