In the blood-red mist, a shadow glided silently along the dark side of a building.
He was "Long Nail."
He glanced back with contempt.
The uproar from Warehouse Three was nothing more than background noise for his successful escape.
'A bunch of fools dancing in the palm of my hand.'
He lowered his head, staring at the slowly pulsing, purplish-black sarcoma in his arms.
His breath grew hot.
The Nether Embryo!
'Once I offer this to the Deacon, a promotion to the Bloodline will be within my grasp!'
He had already contacted "Xue Si" using a Secret Technique.
Three hundred meters ahead was the secret tunnel left by Xue Si.
Once he was underground, with the swarm for cover, he would disappear completely.
He averted his gaze, his body about to turn into a wisp of smoke and merge with the dense fog.
Just as he was sure victory was his and prepared to accelerate,
a lethal sense of danger washed over him.
