"Ah!"
The Second Chief lay on the ground, feeling the sharp pain on his face, with blood and tears mingling on his face, slowly dripping onto the ground.
Feeling this force far beyond the Refining Flesh Realm, how could the Second Chief not understand that the other party was deceiving him all along?
"Junior Brother, quickly catch him, he's seen through our identities!"
"We'll capture him..."
As the Second Chief was about to finish his last sentence, he suddenly fell silent.
Because he saw his Junior Brother being stepped into the ground with one foot by the opponent.
The Third Chief's head was forcibly embedded into the hard ground, with a large amount of bright red blood remaining around.
The Second Chief's body began to tremble instinctively, as he looked at the figure before him with fear, speaking incoherently.
"You, you, you..."
"Are you a man or a ghost?"
