Chapter 880: A Killing Spree

Night lay pitch-black, the wind knife-cold. Beneath the curtain of night, the Ninth Sub-Hall of Bloodlust Hall split into hundreds of columns, flooding into as many nearby ancient cities to use the teleportation arrays toward the Yellow Springs Range. High in the sky, Xue Qiong himself drove an ancient war chariot, every inch the commander. His face, though, had twisted with savagery. A feral light flickered in his eyes. Days of pent-up frustration had boiled over into rage, and he meant to drown...