Previous chapter:
Chapter 182: The Last World
Next chapter:
Chapter 184: The Last World
PREVIEW
... turned, black-red rancid blood gurgled from the cut wounds, soaking the dirty floor. They were staring at the young man standing in the corridor with both deep hatred and fear flashing in their eyes.
Those dense eyes blinked violently, trying to avoid the opponent’s attack in this way.
But the other party seems to be addicted to playing.
He held the fire axe, whenever an eye opened, he poked, as if playing whack-a-mole with great interest.
The players standing in ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE