C4646 Split up and Go Our Separate Ways
"Kill!"
A loud shout tore through the sky.
Within the dense group of Death Slaves that looked like the Sea Clan but had already turned into a walking corpse, fresh blood kept splashing out, dyeing the entire ocean red.
More than thirty figures were like madmen, slaughtering their way in and out of the group.
Every time they attacked, their facial expression would become abnormally ferocious
