Song Yun shrugged, grinning.
The more he smiled, the more Gude hated it.
Gude originally wanted to order the two werewolves carrying the stretcher to put Song Yun down, but was afraid of Nie Wushuang's reprimand.
He gave Song Yun a fierce glare, too lazy to say more, snorted coldly, turned around, and walked forward, thinking to himself: "I hope to run into people from the Dark Holy See and the Desla Family, so they can kill you, bastard."
Just then, the passage ahead gradually widened, suddenly opening up, and voices could be heard from the front.
"Damn it, we lost four people just to take down that big creature."
"I never thought there'd be such a thing here; that monstrous bird-like creature had strength comparable to a lower Marquis."
"Four dead, we have six left, and all are injured. If we encounter the Desla Family or people from Wolf Castle, it will be trouble."
Hearing this, Song Yun's group understood.
Ahead, there were people from the Dark Holy See.
