Di Chuan bit his tongue.
A sharp pain struck his mind, and his consciousness barely cleared up a bit.
In front of him was a phantom-like gate.
Di Chuan tightly gripped the gun in his hand.
However, in the next second.
The gate opened, sucking him and the corpse on the ground inside.
...
"What? Missing?"
"Yes, my lord. Not only number eleven, but also that young master from the Di Family has disappeared."
In the darkness, two men in black knelt on one knee, not daring to lift their heads high.
"Go search! Everyone, go search for them!"
"A mere mortal, I want to see him if alive, and retrieve the body if dead!"
The pale-faced man's voice growled in a suppressed tone.
His voice was hoarse.
"Damn it, could it be that the sect members have found out?"
He was an undercover from the Demon Dao. If discovered, what awaited him would be a fate worse than death.
.........
Di Chuan slowly awakened his consciousness.
He looked around with a bewildered gaze.
