C1424 Netherworld Hall

In the center of the shop, two men clad in black were in a sorry state, coughing up blood and spewing frothy saliva, the taste of iron heavy in their mouths.

"Deacon Zhou Yan..."

At that moment, a crowd of onlookers stood rooted to the spot, speechless with shock. It took them a while to come to their senses, and when they did, they looked at Zhou Yan with a mixture of respect and awe