Chapter 112: The Musician

t across the faces of the five people, holding something in his hand."No need for them, I've already got you figured out, fool." Ma Xiaohong said arrogantly, the glowing orb in the white tiger behind...onto the dark iron pillar by black spikes.He lowered his head and looked down. The wounds on his limbs were bleeding constantly."Although time in the illusion may seem long, perhaps not even a breath...