Seeing this scene, Mo Lin's heart tightened involuntarily.
This was just too tragic.
How strong must one's will be to maintain clarity of consciousness?
"Bang!"
A large knife fell directly from the sky, chopping off Li Lezhi's head.
Blood splattered in the air.
Mo Lin's gaze turned icy.
Mo Lin looked in the direction; it was a fat man wearing a shirt.
His white shirt was stained with blood.
He stood out in stark contrast.
Mo Lin looked around; he was the only one there.
"Finally came out, I've been waiting for you for so long."
The fat man slowly stood up.
He raised his hand.
The body of Li Lezhi, who had just been killed, stood up again with the fat man's gesture.
Corpse control techniques.
"Looking for me?"
"Damn right, who else would I be looking for?"
The fat man somehow took a piece of meat and put it in his mouth.
Blood trickled down from the corner of his mouth.
"The True Martial Emperor Map, hand it over?"
