I'll Send You Guys Into The Abyss (4)

The old woman's voice was hoarse.

She wiped away the blood at the corner of her lips before she jumped onto a roof.

The three Dark Conjurer experts retreated with malevolent faces.

Those fearless Dark Conjurer assassins who were besieging Mo Qinglong and Mo Yuan stopped.

All of them moved back uniformly with their usual coldness in their eyes. There was no fear in them.

"Why? Trying to escape?"

Wang Xian glared at those Dark Conjurer experts as he approached them slowly.

Mo Qinglong, Mo Yuan and the rest moved together beside Wang Xian. All of them had their Abyss Masks on while casting them death stares.

They gave off a bloody, daunting, bloodthirsty and conceited aura.

As the group of Dark Conjurer experts retreated, they followed them slowly.

All of them moved as though they were ferocious men, entering a tiger's den.

"May the Master Conjurer of the Dark Conjurers arrive!"