As the cold, stern voice resounded, the entire secret chamber was instantly filled with an aura of cold-blooded slaughter.
Inside and outside the chamber, two groups stood in confrontation.
Ye Xuan held the sheepskin scroll, raised his head, and looked towards the vampires, his gaze passing over them lightly, a wicked smile curling at the corner of his lips: "Everything is about first come, first served. Since I found these scrolls first, why should I give them up?"
"I told you, put down the things, and I will spare your life!"
The young man leading the group obviously had no intention of reasoning with Ye Xuan: "If you don't know what's good for you, then leave your life behind as well!"
Swish swish swish!
The figures of the vampires moved extremely fast, almost before the sound of breaking wind could spread, they had already surrounded Ye Xuan and the others.
Faces full of bloodthirsty intent, the exposed cold fangs were shocking to the eyes!
