"No entry ahead."
Scarlet light swirled in their eyes, as if blood-colored crows were circling.
Magician, hypnotism.
Crack!
The two men in black froze, looking down at their own hearts.
Jing Ci smiled slightly, his hands somehow already piercing through their chests, searching for something.
As he forcefully withdrew his hands, he was suddenly clutching two bloody hearts.
They were still beating.
Casually tossing the hearts away, the two men in black collapsed in response.
Undoubtedly, they were remnants of the Jiang Family.
To be precise, they were loyal remnants to Jiang Family's old ghost. They had blocked the road here in advance, still displaying the same reckless arrogance of the past, even though the old devil at the top was no longer around. Who knows what these people were still being so brazen about, clearly their biggest support was gone, yet they still couldn't stop their ways.
