Chapitre 246: The She Gathering Arc (16)

Mingshen was continuing his own chase inside a seemingly well-crafted passage behind the podium. If not for him keeping an eye on the leader, he would have never figured out the mode of escape.

He reached into a basement by climbing down the stairs and the stench of mold invaded his nostrils. His brows furrowed. A small hole on the top of the wall was the only source of some dim light in the old basement.

He was scanning his surroundings when he suddenly came to a halt. He felt a presence. Years of his Underworld training had molded his body and senses to detect blood lust. Now he was feeling it to his very bones.

"You are here," he smiled. "My oh my, your killing intent is intense."

Feeling a very light brush of air tingle the hair at the back of his neck, Mingshen sharply moved aside. The leader appeared out of his nowhere, his mask still on. But this time, he carried a small, shiny dagger in his hand.