"You..."
Nathanael Warm slightly frowned.
Such a tone, it really annoyed him.
"Indeed, worthy to have crossed swords with Mad Dragon, your words are even more arrogant than his." As he spoke, black smoke swirled around the sword of hell in Nathanael Warm's hand.
It was a very strong Evil Qi.
Possessed, the Evil Qi inside them is extremely dense, nearly controlling their mind.
Compared to before, Nathanael Warm's heart had grown darker.
In his eyes, there was only prey.
Only killing could bring him a trace of satisfaction.
"I thought you were dead." Julius Reed asked indifferently.
During that battle in Gonzalez City, the two had broken through the rooftop.
At that time, he believed Nathanael Warm was undoubtedly going to die, so he hurriedly left.
But now it seemed, Nathanael Warm's abilities were a bit stronger than Julius Reed had imagined.
