C709 The Anger of Planet Hope!

Deep in the night.

In the palace of Fusang Country, the smell of blood was spreading.

The figures were like the grim reaper of the night, capable and cold.

The sharp blades in their hands turned into the sickle of the reaper, constantly devouring fresh life.

In a building far away, a skinny white man with a coffee colored buzz cut hair had a pair of cold eyes. Through the sniperscope