"Despicable! Release Yelder!"
Hearing the furious roar, a terrifying grin appeared on one side of Zhu Haomiao's charred face.
"Yelder? No, his name is Two-elder."
With one hand clasping Yelder's shoulder and the other gripping his neck, Zhu Haomiao's muscles rolled as he slowly and menacingly applied pressure.
"Ahhhhhhh!!"
Intense pain woke Yelder from his unconscious state, and in his piercing scream, the terrifying force began to crack the skin on his neck.
"Stop it!!"
Tssss~
An invisible crimson mist steamed off the body, instantly merging into the semi-transparent flames surrounding Zhu Haomiao, an incomparable euphoria surged into his soul, sparking an even more cruel and twisted bloodthirsty desire.
Facing the irrational and madly charging enemies, Zhu Haomiao casually tossed the mutilated corpse at them.
