Chapter 1370: A Painting

Zhuo Hang marched forward with fury, his fists pounding and wooden spikes flailing, he slaughtered every vampire brave enough to block his path. His entire body was bloodstained, and his aura of killing anyone in his way instilled fear in the vampires.

"What background does this guy have, he seems to possess the same perfect immortality as Lord Xiong," the vampire warriors were also scared of Zhuo Hang and began retreating.

Zhuo Hang snorted coldly, "If you don't want to die, make way, or I'll kill my way through."

"Stop dreaming, no matter how strong you are, you're still just one person," a new group of vampire warriors arrived and started surrounding Zhuo Hang.

"Fine, let's see how long you can stop me," Zhuo Hang glanced at the heavy Dark Gate, took a deep breath, gripped his wooden spike tighter, and prepared to charge in with all his might.