Chapter 2286 A Sword To The Throat
- In a dim and stuffy room, a burly man stood with his legs apart, his hands raised up, drenched in sweat, as if he was exerting great effort to support something.
- However, it was evident from the outside that there was nothing in the man's hands, just empty air.
- And inexplicably, the man's hands were bleeding as he pushed against the air, with tiny droplets of blood falling onto the cement floor.