Chapter 150: The False Mire God; Witchcraft Puppet Kimora!

"Brother? Big brother-" Alan Mabre stared at the man before him-Magnus Mabre, naked, skin sallow, drenched in a yellowish fluid. This was his own brother. He hadn't been this furious even when Patrick Mabre had been refined into a Zombie Puppet. This was the brother who had sheltered him since childhood. He turned toward the Witchcraft Ancient Martial Artists commanding their legions, drew his long blade, edge keen, momentum surging. "You… I'll fight you to the death!" The blade cut a raging...