137 One against Twenty Four

There has been a situation!

Sith opened up his arms, the skin exposed from the clothes were like waves of water, trembling up and down continuously! His face was full of agony and his pair of coffee-brown eyeballs were emitting an evil aura that provoked evil thoughts just by the sight of it.

“Sha Sha Sha… I, Terpot Ryhar will be back, for sure!”

Sith spoke out in a low and husky voice before… ‘thud’, collapsing onto the ground facing up at the sky.

Oh f*ck, an evil spiritual possession had just happened!

Gong…

The door was knocked open, with about 10 dwarf guards charging in. Every one of them were staring at Zhang Yang with their angry eyes, pointing their wielded weapons towards Zhang Yang.

“You sly human bastard, how dare you use trickery to enter our castle with the purpose to ruin our kind?!”

“Kill him!”

“Kill him!”

“Kill him!”