"It's that black-clad figure!"
Under the night sky, Qin Yang hovered in mid-air, his gaze icy as it turned towards the black-clad figure who was vomiting.
Earlier, when Qin Yang was fighting the Dark Night Baron, that black-clad figure had been hiding on the side, watching their earth-shattering battle.
If the Dark Night Baron killed that guy, he could report directly to the young master. If that guy killed the Dark Night Baron, he would find an opportunity to slip away quietly.
However, now the outcome was decided. Seeing the ground full of blood and the shredded flesh, the black-clad figure couldn't help but vomit once more, finding the scene too gruesome.
"Tell me, who sent you here?"
Qin Yang's figure flickered, floating above the black-clad figure, speaking coldly.
"It's... It's Young Master Yang..."
Seeing this God of Slaughter approaching, the black-clad figure's face turned ghostly pale and stopped vomiting, his face filled with fear as he hurriedly spoke.
