章 907: Alex The God Of Slaughter

Gene's face suddenly changed. His steps froze, and his whole body began to tremble as if he had heard the devil's voice. His forehead was sweating, but he dared not turn around.

Mag emerged from the fog with his bloody sword. He narrowed his eyes as he looked at the big orc who was standing still at the entrance of the cave. This was a level seven demon, one level higher than he was.

However, the orc was apparently the one who was scared sh*tless, which he found very amusing.

"Why don't you kill yourself and save me the trouble?" Mag asked, walking slowly towards Gene, the fallen leaves rustling under his feet.

As death approached him step by step, more and more cold sweat came out of Gene's forehead.

He had heard no warning shout, which was quite unsurprising. If a sentry had managed to give a warning shout before Alex got to him, it would've been most surprising.