Chapter 137: Moved

The team advanced in a guarded formation and stepped into the factory. The sight before them stopped them cold. Bodies in black lay sprawled everywhere, the floor stained red. Four corpses stood out among them-eighth-grade fighters with chests caved in, dead in grisly fashion. Not far off, the body of the top-tier Grandmaster Alaric Hoard lay curled on the ground. His eyes bulged wide, his face frozen in sheer terror. "This… that's Alaric Hoard?" Duncan Dalton recognized him, disbelief thick...