"Black Church!" Mui Ling shouted, and everyone's face turned pale in fear when they recognized the newcomers in black robes with skeleton symbols on their backs.
'Shit, all of us are out of spiritual energy, and our recovery pills are finished too,' the masked man thought, clenching his fists. They were all completely worn out from the fight with the giants, having emptied their spiritual reserves and used every last healing and recovery pill. Not to mention Wang Ming, whose battle against those massive black behemoths had been far more dangerous.
'Huh? Why isn't he panicked?' the masked man glanced at Wang Ming. Unlike the others, who were filled with fear and wariness, Wang Ming's face held no trace of panic. He simply looked at the newcomers with cold indifference.
