Drip-drop.
Drip-drop.
Blood dripped from his nose.
Daville braced himself with his hands on the ground, staring at the drops of blood splattered on the ground, his expression somewhat dazed.
—Even though he was clearly diving from thousands of feet in the air, why did he suddenly find himself on the ground?
"No."
He exclaimed, his expression changing slightly as he immediately assumed a defensive stance.
This place was indeed Sare Town.
He was standing on the street outside a bar.
Wu Xiaode was on the other side of the street.
All the others had disappeared.
The world was filled with a grand silence, as if no one had made a sound here for hundreds of years.
"What a surprise… what exactly was that punch just now? I felt the Infinite Tribulation Power, but in the end, it seemed somewhat different from that power,"
Daville said.
"You can guess all you want, but I won't tell you," Wu Xiaode said indifferently.
