chapter 227 generation

ah...!

In the dark maze of tomb passages, screams could be heard from time to time.

They are all Riichi Zorn's masterpiece. He is like a ghost, appearing and disappearing mysteriously. Wherever he goes, a member of the corpse clan will be killed. In the raging cold wind, the bloody smell is thicker and it seems even more eerie.

"Damn it."

The old man in silver robe howled angrily. The only Ksitigarbha martial artist did not see any trace of Riichi Zorn when...