Chapter 495: How Do You Want to Die?

After hearing everything that had been done to Marilyn while she was under control, Nash Johnston finally understood. He narrowed his long eyes and stared into the distant night. A cold, murderous intent seeped out of him, crawling over his skin like frost. "So the Nether Ghost Sect was really asking for it." … In a pitch-black alley not far away, the clash of spellcraft rang out. Amid the roiling, sinister deathly aura, a figure staggered into view. His face was deathly pale, blood smeared...