Crisis

"Thirteenth!" Mason's heart was beating evenly, and his eyes were staring at the burly middle-aged man walking slowly and looking around like hungry wolves.

In the past two months, this has been Mason's 13th goal.

Mason's harvest is quite rich, with 100 top-grade Lingshi and thousands of middle-grade Lingshi. Mason plans to kill this burly fellow and retreat to practice for a period of time, killing 12 practitioners. Mason gradually understands that everyone in this forbidden magic is cunning and cruel.

Mason slowly stroked an unhealed sword mark on his left shoulder and couldn't help thinking of what he had hunted the day before yesterday.

It was an old man, a rickety and bearded old man. Mason didn't want to kill him either, but he didn't think the old man was eyeing Mason. First, Mason talked and laughed. When Mason sat quietly, he hurt the killer.

If Mason hadn't felt the threat, he would have been split in half, but still left a shocking mark on his left shoulder.