Crow Organization

"Useless!" The middle aged man looked at the Black Molten Snake in front of him. His hand stretched out as several blades appeared.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

The blades moved swiftly towards the Black Molten Snake and pierced deep into it's body.

Stab! Stab!

Hiss!

The Black Molten Snake was extremely angry as it thrashed around, trying to take out the knife that was embedded deep into its body. Despite being Beast Rank 6, it seemed like it was lacking in fighting skill.

The middle aged man's eyes narrowed. "Hmph, so it's reared pet! Come out, you Crow Organization!"

Swish!

A man draped in black robe floated on the air. He looked at the group of people who were running away with amusement. There was no hint in his eyes that he wanted to chase after the deserters.

It was also obvious that no one among them would want to stay behind when they saw the large Black Molten Snake that was already Rank 6.

"You're fast, Mo Huan."