In an instant, this murderous aura completely enveloped the surroundings, a heavy atmosphere as if the sky were obscured by dark clouds, like a great mountain blocking the path ahead, preventing you from passing through.
At this moment, Qi Tiansheng's clothes and hair moved without wind, his expression cold and fierce, his eyes like solid sharp swords: "Marshal, do you dare to come with me and fight me?"
These forceful words echoed like a muffled thunder, suddenly resounding in mid-air.
Facing Qi Tiansheng's challenge, Ye Xunhuan showed no sign of fear: "If you want to fight, I shall fight!"
Ye Xunhuan was a marshal, someone who had crawled out from piles of corpses, daring to face the European werewolves alone, how could he fear a mere Qi Tiansheng.
If he were afraid, Ye Xunhuan wouldn't be a marshal.
"As expected of a marshal, you truly didn't disappoint me," Qi Tiansheng said heavily. "Since you dare to fight, then come with me!"
