chapter 22 Ganoderma lucidum

"this……"

Looking at the scene in front of him, Eckhart Davis hesitated, his fingers trembled, and he couldn't say a word.

At this time, in the broken courtyard, the first elder and the second elder had torn clothes, hair spread out, and blood all over their bodies, as if they had been scratched by claws.

The two figures were half kneeling on the ground, panting, spitting out large mouthfuls of blood, their faces pale, looking at Cordian Davis with horrified eyes.

"Betrayal...