บท 557: Leave This Dead Face to Me

The betrayal of the blood servants made Ye Lin's mood extremely bad. A group of human ants kept provoking him, ignoring his identity as the King of the Ghouls.

Ye Lin was waiting for his severed arm to heal. However, for some reason, blood kept dripping from the wound on his arm. It did not seem to be healing at all, and he could still feel intense pain from the wound.

This was a feeling he had not felt in nearly a thousand years.

A large amount of blood loss caused his injuries to become more and more serious, and his body became weaker and weaker. He needed to return quickly to heal.

After living for nearly a thousand years, Ye Lin wasn't stupid enough to continue staying to fight them to the death.

The blood mist around his body dispersed, activating the poisonous army hidden under the yellow sand.

He wanted to let these stupid human ants know that the ghouls were the true masters of this Great Desolate Prison!