821 Greedy Stone Statue Ghost Kings

Thump. Thump. Thump. 

Feet stomped on the ground sending tremors through it.

Mo Sa cracked his mouth into a grin. The muscles in his body bulged like small mountains as his black robe billowed, hiding his body.

Mo Cha's wings on his back flapped slightly. His body flew up. He tucked his long tongue out, licking and rolling around.

Buzz…

Some buzzing noise echoed. Mo Ye clasped his hands. His body hovered in the sky, his eyes indifferent. It seemed he was always calm in everything he did.

Mo Cha and Mo Sa seemed very afraid of him. Sometimes, they would check him out with frightened eyes.

In the Ruin Prison, Mo Ye seemed to belong to the high echelons. Not only that, but Mo Ye's competence was immeasurable.

The three of them stopped, looking at the invisible wall that was rippling in front of them.