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.
At that moment, the Dark Gate opened and Xue Jun came with a group of subordinates. They saw the scene filled with numerous corpses, finding it hard to believe that Zhuo Hang had done this alone.
"No matter who you are, daring to cause trouble in the Dark City, you definitely won’t have the chance to leave here alive," Xue Jun said, trying to maintain his composure although he didn’t take any real action.
Zhuo Hang pointed his wooden spike at Xue Jun and shouted, "I’ll say it one last time, clear the way, or I will make my way through."
"Fine, I’ll let you pass. The person you want to meet is waiting for you at the Tower of Darkness," Xue Jun snorted coldly and then ordered everyone to clear the path for Zhuo Hang.