Chapter 972: His Showboating Didn't Last Three Seconds

"Argh...!" In a world gone pitch-black, the air filled with the furious roar of a black-robed man. Yet no matter how loud he bellowed, it did no good; a heartbeat later, a tidal wave of attacks drowned him. Frank Yale's crew went at him with reckless abandon, each fiercer and ruder than the last. One on one, not a single person here might have matched the black-robed man. But they had numbers on their side. The poor bastard in black could take a beating like no one's business, yet even he was...