"Someone actually dared to come to the island to cause trouble?"
In the inner hall, a strong man painted with a sinister ghost face, holding two blood-red, slender curved sabers, with arms hanging down, dragged their tips on the ground leaving a trail, slowly walked out.
"Leader! Leader!! Leader!!!"
Seeing the man come out, the ghost-faced men and the Blood God thieves all shouted fanatically.
They laughed maniacally, fearlessly clashing directly with the hard skill masters from the Thousand Stone Sect.
One by one, the Blood God thieves howled strangely, their bodies rapidly swelling, seemingly activating some kind of secret technique.
Silver flowed under their skin, their defense increased instantly, and their strength surged several fold. Their speed also increased.
However, it was obvious their sanity was rapidly decreasing.
The Blood God thieves' eyes glowed red, appearing frenzied.
