Bab 287: Chapter 287: Bottled Prisoner (Part 11)_1

"Could my luck be any worse? In such a vast place, to actually encounter two monsters one after the other!"

Facing Patrick's bloodthirsty gaze, Ailina was clearly in a bad mood.

Strictly speaking, the Sinflame on Patrick's body was just a bit weaker than Swordsman Yun's.

But only by a little.

Judging by the extensive burn marks on his body, Patrick had reaped a rich harvest recently and his strength had surged dramatically.

At that moment, Fu Qian glanced at the corpses on the ground and felt a sense of familiarity.

If he remembered correctly, these people were part of the last group in the hall, members of that temporary alliance.

As expected, they eventually couldn't escape Patrick's deadly grasp!

It wasn't really a surprise; Ailina was right, a hasty alliance without the backing of strength was just a flock of sheep huddling for warmth.

The only purpose of an alliance was to not lose members too quickly, to keep the delicious flesh and blood for the Butcher.