"Watch out!"
Junius of Nine Hells exclaimed.
No need for his reminder; Julius Reed had already sensed danger.
He turned around, and with a backhand, swung his sword!
Clang!
The sword and chain clashed, and sparks flew!
On the rooftop stood a man with disheveled hair, his hands bound by chains.
"Quentrell Davenport, you bastard, show yourself!"
The voice continued.
Both of them were stunned.
If the person bound by chains before them was the Blood-soul Emperor, then who was the one shouting?
If the shout was from the Blood-soul Emperor, who was launching a sneak attack?
A henchman of the Blood-soul Emperor?
Unlikely.
Clearly, the Blood-soul Emperor had not found their location.
If a henchman had, how could they not report to their boss?
The only explanation was that the two were unrelated.
"Who are you?" Julius Reed asked coldly, holding his sword in one hand.
