Through the curtain of rain, Di Yunliang and his men sprinted, their faces contorted with savagery.
"Liu Yu, Miss Lanhua... you sixteen head to High School No. 2. Remember, control all the martial arts students. Incapacitate them and wait for the blood sacrifice. Everyone else, follow me to High School No. 1. We'll take down the top martial arts prospects from both schools first. Move out!"
In the downpour, the group of cultists, their faces twisted with malice, split in two.
Rose's target had always been Zhang Yuanqiao. The Yuqing University student was currently covered in mud, a wretched sight. Without Su Yue's guidance and assistance, he likely would have died long ago beneath the black and red blade light.
