It was a massive tornado made up of concentrated forces of heavy metal!
Just one strike.
Romain, ranked higher on the master list, was blasted away by Pierre, crashing into a huge trench and pit.
Severely injured!
Poof! Romain spat out a mouthful of hot blood, his expression grim: "You three... never thought the Midland Clans would be the lapdogs of the Ghost Party!"
Even more unexpected was that the three discordant families would actually join forces.
How is this possible!
Not only were Romain and his men shocked, but even Fu Ling and Old Master couldn't react in time.
What's going on here?
Yi Dao and Ye Zui exchanged glances.
The situation is beyond the estimate in the intelligence.
"Jie Jie, there's a saying in China, recognizing the right timing leads to success... You three, leave those two at The Gate to you... As for Romain and his men, heh heh."
