Following the source of the sound, when everyone shifted their gaze toward the rooftop of the courtyard,
they saw a gaunt man dressed in black gossamer, clutching a cigarette between his teeth, staring unwaveringly at the fight unfolding among them.
However, the man in black wore an ancient bronze mask, concealing his true face from view.
It was precisely at this moment that Lin Zifeng, who was caught in a bout of Slaughter Syndrome, experienced a violent contraction of his pupils.
Because the mask on the man's face was exactly like his own Ancient Bronze Mask! The only difference was the color. Could these two masks be connected?
Or did these two masks hold some secrets?
"Dark Angel!"
Mu Cangtian's heart skipped a beat as he stared fixedly at the man on the rooftop of the courtyard.
Shock!
Shock!
Intense shock!
Hadn't all the members of the Blazing Angel perished years ago? Could it be that members of the Blazing Angel still existed?