chapter 195 Four Demon-Slaying Fingers

The wind was raging and snowflakes were flying. The scene was silent except for the sound of falling snow. boom The stone wall exploded with a bang, the majestic air wave spread, the rubble flew away, and the scream was like a bullet. A figure emerged from the dust. It was Abraham Griffith. He was injured, with dazzling blood stains hanging from the corners of his mouth. The combined attack of four eighth-level masters, three seventh-level masters, and dozens of sixth-level masters...