Jiang Beiyu was nearly strangled by the blood mist.
His eyes grew more and more scattered, but in a split second, they focused sharply again.
The blood mist on his body was forced to disperse at the same time.
For a moment, the dark energy in the room increased exponentially.
From afar, a sound similar to that of a horn added an eerie touch to the silent night.
"Jiang Ren, I told you, you are not allowed to touch her, have you forgotten?"
As these words were spoken, the man who had been at a disadvantage suddenly appeared in front of the man in the black robe, reached out to grab his neck, and slammed him into the wall.
The one called Jiang Ren, with red eyes, suddenly laughed, "Brother, how kind of you to remember my name. So, is the body from this reincarnation still serving you well?"
"You dare covet what's not yours? You think you're worthy?" His grip tightened gradually.
Jiang Ren laughed as if he couldn't feel any pain and said, "Brother, you really are pitiful."
