Chapter 364 Luke Autumn Begs for Mercy

• “Four guardians, stop him—now!” Luke Autumn finally snapped. He was barely holding together, his whole body covered in bruises and surface wounds, with deeper damage piling up underneath. No blood, sure—but pain was chewing him up from the inside out.
• He had only one thought left: run. Get the hell out. Wait until Pierre Cook dropped out of his demonic trance, then settle the score later. For that, he’d sacrifice all four guardians if he had to. No hesitation.
• As long as he didn’t die, the Heaven-Scars Sect would still stand, with a shot at ruling the city in one stroke.