The hall masters of the three divisions within the Black Sand Gang were not mere nobodies in the Blood Refining Realm; each had their own unique expertise. The Wind Hall Master, for instance, was renowned for his speed and mastery in leg techniques.
At this moment.
Looking at the rapidly approaching figure behind him, swift as a streak of light, Du Jiangbo knew he had no chance of escaping. The disparity in speed was simply too great.
"Du Jiangbo, surrender obediently and come back with me to face Han Lu. If you do, you might suffer a bit less. Otherwise—!"
Leng Yun's chilling tone echoed, causing Du Jiangbo's heart to tremble involuntarily.
If he were truly captured and brought back, the punishment awaiting him would undoubtedly be unimaginably cruel and horrifying. Just thinking about it sent shivers down his spine.
Without a word, he continued his frenzied dash forward.
The poison pill clenched between his teeth was ready to be swallowed at any moment.
Suddenly.
