“You!” Montane Daemon grew furious, spewing out a mouthful of fresh blood.
Upon seeing Montane Daemon’s condition, Maverick burst into laughter, saying, “We’re only here today to capture Jared. Anyone who doesn’t wish to die better scram quickly!”
“You dare...” Igor’s eyes widened in fury.
With a cold laugh, Maverick said, “Igor, stop pretending. You’re seriously injured, too. I can kill you with a single slap right now.”
Igor trembled with anger, but there was nothing he could do. It was quite evident that the Five Great Sects had relayed news about their injuries to those people.
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