The roaring of the bronze gears sent a shower of gravel rattling down as Ye Shuli snatched a sulfur bomb from Jiang Ye's waist and hurled it toward the Big Dipper formation.
Amid the dust kicked up by the explosion, the barcode brand behind the Guardian's ear emitted a faint blue glow—three months ago at the black market auction house, they had seen this exact brand on the body of a trafficked half-demon slave.
"Back to back," Jiang Ye wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his blood-stained bandages glowing with golden light as he formed hand seals.
Chapter 555