Chapter 17 - 15 The Fisherman Profits_1
This was a bloody night. Under the hazy moonlight, in the dim, dense forest, Qin Feiyang and the Wolf King moved like phantoms, swift and traceless! From time to time, screams would echo throughout the mountains.
「After six hours.」
In a valley, a man and a wolf cooperated seamlessly, quickly disposing of another assassin.
"That's the fiftieth one. Only one more left!"
Qin Feiyang, wielding 'Blue Snow', was bathed in blood, transformed into a god of slaughter! The Wolf King was in the same state. His once-white fur was dyed crimson, and a terrifying, merciless light glowed in his green eyes.
"Let's go. Time to take out the last one."
With a wave of his hand, Qin Feiyang and the Wolf King swiftly left the valley, disappearing into the dense forest.
"What on earth is happening?"
"Why are all the screams from my Black Demon Fortress men?"
"Have that beast and Qin Feiyang been possessed by ghosts or something?"
A short, middle-aged man leaned against a large tree, vigilantly surveying his surroundings. One by one, his companions were dying. The screams rose one after another, like a death knell, nearly driving him to collapse.