"Brother Fang Heng, what's going on?"
"Let's go first. We'll talk on the way."
Fang Heng quickly picked up the corpse of the Godly Clan and dashed toward the entrance of the 87th floor of Hell.
Helpless, Zane turned into a shadow and followed.
Less than two minutes after the two left, several members of the God Clan followed them to the lower level.
At this moment, they could no longer sense the aura of Fang Heng and the missing Aston.
Patrick sensed the remaining aura in the surrounding environment, and his eyes revealed anger.
"Fang Heng!"
It must be him!
The remaining hellish aura in the surroundings was very similar to the power Fang Heng used when they fought last time.
As expected! He had always been stuck in hell!
Patrick had never thought that Fang Heng would still be in the upper levels of Hell. He was so bold as to kill one of their clansmen when they were unprepared.
What he didn't expect even more was…
