"Du Mang, that beast, actually found a master of Dark Force to rescue people. What a hefty price to pay!" The assailant, trapped in a large pit on the wall, was also extremely surprised and mocked loudly.
Wang Longhu looked up and saw that the other party was actually a frail old man with white hair down to his shoulders.
His face was covered with black spots as if he had been poisoned, his body emaciated like a skeleton, and his eyes as venomous as a snake. It was obvious he was not a good person.
This person wore a sleeveless leather vest, training pants, and a pair of old Beijing cloth shoes, looking much like a Martial Artist from the Republic era.
Wang Longhu secretly adjusted his breathing, directing his energy to his arm, forcing the blood from the pores in his hand. Instantly, pale purple blood spurted from his wound, all splashing onto the ground.
