Chapter 944: Three Years Ago and Three Years Later

Ah...! High in the ethereal sky, the Blood Spirit patriarch screamed himself hoarse. He looked like a terrified child, nerves shattered, stumbling and lurching as he fled in blind panic. Behind him, Frank Yale followed at an unhurried pace, his sword dangling from his hand. Trailing after Frank was a sea of onlookers. They knew how the patriarch's story would end, yet couldn't help themselves; they chased after, eager to witness the final stroke firsthand. And behind even them came the Ancient...