A veil of darkness roared into life, heeding Zheng Jin's call as his spirit energy surged without further ado. His eyes were sharp as he watched each and every masked figure that came out of the countless trees around him.
"Seven. That's all of them." Zheng Jin gritted his teeth. He was severely outnumbered.
"Damn it! You killed Gao Li!" One masked figure shouted angrily. "I will—"
"Shut up, you i***t! Do you want this hit to be traced back to us?" A more sensible and collected masked figure asked, trying to calm his subordinate down. "Collect yourself and mourn later! We have been promised enough to drink ourselves to death after all."
"Hmph, no need!" The first masked figure who spoke suddenly ripped his mask off, revealing a man's face that was rugged and scarred, one that was forge
