When Lin Chang'sheng arrived outside the Blood Evil Hall, an intense battle was raging inside.
With violent crashes echoing, the entire great hall trembled as countless stones fell from above, as if it could collapse at any moment.
"C-city Lord, Old Wu will go on ahead—"
Blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, Old Wu looked at Mou Yuntao, speaking as his hand fell powerless to the ground, his breath fading away.
Seeing Old Wu perish, Mou Yuntao was furious, bloodshot veins surging in his eyes.
"Old Wu—"
Mou Yuntao roared in rage, but no matter how he called, he could not wake Old Wu.
"I really didn't expect Tang Zhongming to be this powerful?"
With one glance, Lin Chang'sheng recognized the man gripping the longsword atop the altar—it was Tang Zhongming, who had pursued him for the kill.
