Chapter 1738

Merrick disappeared from Bluster's sight after a few steps. Bluster stared blankly in the direction Merrick left. At that moment, Blanka walked over from the other side of the mountain. "Bluster, who came by just now?"

"It was Merrick."

"What did he come for?"

"He wants to leave the Six Great Sects and join the Divine Strategy Squadron."

"That's..." Blanka's eyes flickered. "So, he came to persuade you to leave the Six Great Sects too?"

"What do you think about this?" Bluster asked, gazing at Blanka.

"I don't know. I'll follow your lead!" Blanka smiled innocently.

Bluster chuckled but did not say anything.

On a mountain peak in the west, a Western youth with a cross on his back strolled among the peaks. This Western youth was very strange as his head was facing the cross on his back. There was a ring of swollen scars on his head and neck. Suddenly, the space ahead twisted around, and Dermott's figure appeared.

Dermott looked around and saw the strange youth. His pupils suddenly shrank.

What the fuck!

What was this thing?

His head was on backward!

to think but could not figure out the origin of

to provoke him, so he

turned to

just as he turned around, an old man in a white robe

"Oh, fu-"

Dermott's heart tightened.

that not Bristol, an elder

guy treated human lives like they were nothing, and before entering the secret realm, he

he truly

and muttered, "You can't see me! You can't

"Hungry..."

with the cross on

him at full speed. As he ran, his head rotated 180 degrees. A mouth fuff of fangs occupied half of

"Holy fuck!"

vone

ran into the woods to the left while

youth, and his brows slightly furrowed. Then,

Western youth raised his cross and slammed it down, shattering

are you?" Bristol's pupils contracted as he asked in

"Hungry..."

opened his bloodthirsty mouth and

meters, looking at the

earth

in his hand emitted a stronger aura than a top-grade spiritual

a divine weapon from the

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