Chapter 1110: Uninvited Guests

Lazaro Ellsworth's voice, clear and sharp, struck every ear.

Like a thunderbolt from a clear sky!

It rendered everyone speechless.

Locke Yarrow, Jonty Ridge.

Dead?

Those two heads on the ground, were they their biggest trump cards?

Were they the saviors they imagined would slay Mad Dragon?

"You, you, you, you..."

The Deputy Commander of Ceylon Mountain stared wide-eyed, stuttering as he pointed at Julius Reed.

The recent slaughter of the Starlight Group had left him trembling so badly he couldn't speak.

Puchi!

No superfluous words.

Julius Reed's sword pierced through the chest of the Deputy Commander of Ceylon Mountain.

Then, pressing against his contorted face, he pushed him down.

Thud!

The Deputy Commander of Ceylon Mountain, who had been speaking confidently just moments ago, lay stiff on the ground.

A large amount of fresh blood spilled from his mouth.

After a brief convulsion, he was dead.

The westerly wind was fierce.