"This foreign devil is peculiar!"
Qin Yang's face slightly darkened; the wound actually healed automatically.
"Heh heh, the taste of delicious blood."
Baron of the Night licked his lips, as if reminiscing that taste, and then his gaze shifted back to Qin Yang.
"In recent years, you are the first to injure me, Baron."
Baron of the Night's eyes began turning red, filled with a beastly ferocity.
"Why does this foreign devil have a beastly aura?"
Qin Yang's brow furrowed with surprise.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Baron of the Night's toes tapped the ground, his figure shot up, and his sharp claws aimed at Qin Yang, a fierce claw wind rushing forward.
"He's gotten a lot faster."
Qin Yang's face slightly darkened, he retreated a few steps, and then grabbed an iron rod from the ground.
Bang clang!
Qin Yang swung the iron rod, striking Baron of the Night's head directly.
