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"Hiss..."
At the moment he felt a touch on his body.
Templeton Lena gasped, his body shaking.
He didn't need to think about it—the screams alone allowed him to guess the agony Horatio Leopold must have suffered before he died.
It seemed as if a voice kept telling him in his ear.
Not Mad Dragon, not Mad Dragon!
But rather...
An envoy from hell.
Venassa Pine covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes wide with shock.
She was worried.
Worried that Mad Dragon would kill Templeton Lena!
Such a leader had suddenly become so unfamiliar.
Fortunately.
Julius Reed's hands, covered in fresh blood, slowly moved away from Templeton Lena's body.
Then he walked into the elevator in a wooden manner.
"Mad Dragon he..."
Watching the descending elevator, Venassa Pine said with a shaken soul, "He seems so unfamiliar..."
During those peak seven years at the Seven Clouds Academy, she had been by Mad Dragon's side, helping him.