Anthony curled up and retched. He was a mess, vomiting gastric juice all over the floor. Still, the sect leaders circled around him.
“Dragon Head, how are you feeling?!”
“Take him to the back!”
“Let’s fight for the Dragon Head. Kill that bastard!”
Behind all the sect leaders were at least hundreds of their subordinates.
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