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Biên tập viên: Atlas Studios
The wind was blowing, breaking the hasty footsteps.
In the dense fog, sparks of flames appeared.
"Careful. The two degenerates are right ahead!"
"What's there to be careful about? They have been seriously wounded by the high priest and fell off the cliff. They are dying and waiting to be butchered!"
"Go, go!"
With gasps and howls, a team of pursuers tore through the wind and mist and drew closer and closer.
Their eyes were as sharp as those of eagles, their temples were bulging, and their skin was emitting a bronze color that looked like metal. Their muscles were as muscular as rocks, and their bodies were brimming with explosive strength.
Especially their fists.
Some of them were curled like the talons of an eagle, some were as sharp as the edge of a tiger, and some were as thick as the paws of a bear. Some of them were as thick as fingers, with their joints flattened. When they were clenched, they looked like small hammers.