Chapter 394: Roadblock Maniac

Outside the "Gate of the Bone Tomb," the front line guards of the Netherworld were woven into a great abstract oil painting with bodies slumping down in disbelief, gaping wounds on their sturdy muscles, and splatters of indigo blood waves.

The two Kings of the Hill managed their tasks smoothly and distinctly. Bartel was in charge of pulling out the oak stoppers from each sealed glass bottle, pinching his nose and evenly pouring a stream of stinky repulsive liquid onto the spearheads gathered in Buckley's hands, then sticking them inverted into the ground for the boss to wield at his discretion—these stinky urine-like treasures were ones Liu Shock had saved up from last year, when the Feilengcui Lord was still a sorry figure filled with a coagulant poison.