chapter 195 Four Demon-Slaying Fingers

The wind was raging and snowflakes were flying.

The scene was silent except for the sound of falling snow.

boom

The stone wall exploded with a bang, the majestic air wave spread, the rubble flew away, and the scream was like a bullet.

A figure emerged from the dust. It was Abraham Griffith. He was injured, with dazzling blood stains hanging from the corners of his mouth.

The combined attack of four eighth-level masters, three seventh-level masters,...