Chương 1090: A Divided Group?

Being pushed back, Vladomod stumbled a bit before adjusting himself again.

Damn. These Morgs!

How dare they ruin a perfectly good operation?

Even though he could only see Mitchen's eyes, he still felt like the bastard was laughing at him.

F***!

If eyes could kill, Mitchen would be dead a hundred times over by now!

Reddish veins appeared in Vladomod's eyes as he gritted his teeth and clenched his swords again.

He wasn't a fool.

He could tell that the person he was fighting was probably a big boss here. 

In fact, he might be the one spearheading the whole operation.

Meaning his strength was great as well.

From the force the bastard used to push him back, he could tell that this bastard was a little stronger than him in raw strength.

Yes.

Even though they seemed evenly matched, the bastard had a stronger body than him.

Heh.

Want him to give up and silently wait for death?

Never!