C325 Wolf Smoke
The dagger plunged sharply and accurately into Lu Shaoyang's skull. It wasn't meant to destroy, but to extract his soul.
The excruciating pain that only a soul can feel twisted Lu Shaoyang's face into a grotesque mask as he howled in agony. Meanwhile, Fang Diqiang's smile grew thicker.
He glanced at his companions and remarked, "Looks like we've hit a snag. Ran into four ordinary folks today
