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