Conis suddenly stopped in his tracks, sharply turning to face the path they came from, his gaze resolute.
"Even if I die, I want to see who killed me!"
"Pa——"
Liang He also immediately halted, turning around to stand shoulder to shoulder with Conis.
His gaze was equally resolute.
Yes, since death was inevitable, they might as well die knowing why.
Soon, a figure completely enveloped in dark red flames appeared.
When the night vision scan of their armed armor revealed the face of their opponent, both Liang He and Conis couldn't help but show even more bitter and desperate expressions.
That distinctive ugly visage—ashen gray skin, protruding forehead, sunken eyes, thick lips turned outward, jagged sharp teeth.
It's the Luohou Clan, without a doubt.
Who would have thought their end would come at the hands of the Holy Blood Clan.
Quite the..."honor," indeed.
If only it could have been a different Holy Blood, I really don't want to die at the hands of this freak.
