Jiang Yan climbed up, somewhat stiffly, raised a hand to wipe his face, and stared blankly at the brown, turbid filth on his fingers.
Then, with an earth-shattering roar and eyes wide with rage, he charged straight at Fusheng.
Dodging left and right, Fusheng let out a succession of terrifying, ghostly shrieks at Jiang Yan.
Chapter 92