"Master, is it done?"
Hayden Marsh, with lingering fear, stood behind Gerrit Harris, afraid to step forward.
"This Ten Halls of Yama Formation is a top-level assassination formation in the current world. We spent a whole day building it, initially to deal with Boulevard's West Tower..." Gerrit Harris had a complex expression and began coughing midway through his sentence.
"Master, are you alright?" Konrad Marsh asked indifferently from the side.
Everyone focused their gaze on the central figure of the inner hall, the man in the green robe.
Too terrifying!
Who exactly is this?
Since when did Cold Nelson have such a formidable figure under his command?
"I'm fine, the snake venom has entered my body, but I just need one night's time to recover." Gerrit Harris sat cross-legged on the ground, his eyes slightly closed: "Under the Ten Halls of Yama Formation, no one can withstand it. He might not be dead, but he's certainly severely injured."
