"As for the other members." Xu Xiaoyou took out a tape of the match and played it in front of everyone.
As the projector started, the image was projected before the girls.
The scene was dark, seemingly inside a building.
Several figures flashed by, quickly separating. Behind them, a tight black T-shirt outlined the man's strong and slender figure, as he walked in the darkness like a grim reaper invisible in the night, reaping lives with the roaring heavy sword, a strong sense of oppression emanating from him.
"Who has the 'Death Mark' of God of Killing Changqing on them now?" Lu Shuhang sprinted and dashed along the wall.
At the end of the corridor, several red lasers appeared, and in the blink of an eye, they rotated around, forming a wall made of laser grids, pressing straight towards him.
