Kryptonians come to the second dimension

And on the ground of the "training room", there were heads scattered all over the ground!

These heads were all from Brother Chen's men, and the blood flowed like a river. The scene looked like the Shura hell!

"What's going on!" Brother Chen muttered to himself, and his emotions became more and more excited: "Who killed them, who!"

"Investigate it for me, and make sure to get to the bottom of it."

No one responded, and his men were still in great shock and couldn't extricate themselves.

The Centurion Group led by Jin Chanzi, the leader of the Northern School, was the most powerful among the Centurions of the Northern School.

But, they were all beheaded almost overnight!

How cruel and violent was the murderer, and how powerful was he!

Even Jin Chanzi's Centurion Group was killed, so these ordinary Centurions were no match for him!

Fear, shock, their brains were in a mess, and no one heard what Brother Chen said.

It wasn't until Brother Chen shouted three or four times that the crowd finally came to their senses and searched the scene in a hurry.

Soon, someone shouted, "Brother Chen, look, there is a piece of torn cloth here, it looks familiar."

Brother Chen quickly ordered, "Bring it to me."

The men quickly presented the cloth.

Brother Chen observed carefully and said, "This is leather. There are not many people wearing leather clothes on the entire Shenzhu Island."

He put it to his nose and sniffed it again: "The clothes have the scent of a woman. The only woman wearing leather clothes on Shenzhu Island is Huo Fenghuang!"

"Thinking about Huo Fenghuang's sneak attack on me today, hum, the murderer is most likely her."

However, Brother Chen's men questioned.

"As far as I know, Huo Fenghuang is not very strong. He can't be the opponent of Lord Jin Chanzi, not to mention that he has so many men."

"Nonsense, Huo Fenghuang must have led her large army to attack."

"But if you look carefully, there are no traces of large troops at the scene, and there are no signs of a big battle here."

In short, there are many doubts at the scene.

However, now they have no second suspect, Brother Chen still insists that Fire Phoenix is ​​the culprit.

For him now, it doesn't matter who the murderer is, what matters is that he wants to kill Fire Phoenix and avenge his previous shame!

Brother Chen kowtowed to the heads on the ground.

"Brother Jin Chanzi, you treat us like brothers. Now you are harmed by the traitor, and the brothers are extremely sad."

"Don't worry, we will never let you die in vain. The murderer must pay the price!"

"Brothers, immediately notify all the centurions of the Northern Faction to go to our base for a meeting and fight against Fire Phoenix!"

Fight against Fire Phoenix!

The crowd shouted.

Brother Chen gave a simple worship and hurriedly left with his men.

As soon as they left, two figures walked out of the jungle not far away.

One of the figures was burly and extraordinary, as majestic as a mountain, and the other figure was also tall and thin, but listless, like a half-dead person, with fear written all over his face.

His legs were weak because he was carried by the burly man.

The tall figure was none other than Ye Wudao's mortal enemy, the Shadow Master of the Yinsi.

The other person was the leader of the Northern Centurion Group, Jin Chanzi.

Jin Chanzi looked at the heads and blood all over the ground, and despaired again, closing his eyes in pain.

The bloody and horrible scene before could not help but emerge in his mind. M.

These people were all killed by the Shadow Master beside him, but he didn't dare to take revenge!

He saw with his own eyes that the Shadow Master released countless shadows and attached them to the shadows of his men, and then those men all became puppets of the Shadow Master, listening to the orders of the Shadow Master.

The Shadow Master ordered them to gather in the training room, and then... let them take off their heads.

Even if the heads fell off, these people were not completely "dead", and they were still moving under the control of the shadows, piling up their heads in the training room...