"You all will be buried with me!"
Qinchuan Guli's eyes, like those of a venomous snake, stared out the window, where Beixuan troops had already charged into the entrance of the European-styled vintage villa.
"Perfect timing!" Qinchuan Guli was filled with evil qi, with black tendrils of energy faintly seeping out of his body.
He walked to the villa's entrance with an extremely eerie pace, leaving footprints three inches deep into the ground with each step.
Spirit Snake sensed the bizarre aura of Qinchuan Guli and suddenly halted his advance, blocking Meng Hu and the others from rushing forward.
"What's wrong, big boss?" Meng Hu asked quizzically. They were already at the final step, defeating Qinchuan Guli would lead them to a great victory.
"This Qinchuan Guli is peculiar; everyone must not let their guard down." Spirit Snake's face was heavy, because it's often at critical moments like these that the enemy is most likely to find an opportunity.
