Chapitre 773: Chapter 582 Conspiracy_3

"Let me find out who ruined my plans, and I shall devour your flesh alive, drink your blood..."

"Curse you, and may you die a horrible death, I will devour all your relatives and friends clean!"

The Black-Clothed Leader's voice was suppressed and husky, as if he couldn't contain the brutal killing intent in his chest.

The other Black-Clothed Cultivators all bowed their heads with pale faces, trembling and daring not to speak.

A deadly silence thickened in the air, even exuding a strong scent of blood.

The Black-Clothed Leader's face contorted, his hands trembling as he took out a wine gourd, took a big gulp, wiped the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth, and then he felt somewhat calmer.

"Chase!"

The Black-Clothed Leader ordered.

Everyone sighed in relief, hurriedly bowing as they said, "Yes!"

The crowd chased outside.