Chapter 1003

Everyone was running around in panic. However, the black fog had blocked all their paths. There was nowhere for them to go.

"The Venerable Crane, aren't you powerful? Please save us!"

"Sir Thorne, you are a grandmaster martial artist. You must be able to help us, right?"

"Orson, aren't you supposed to care about us? Saving lives is going to benefit an abbot like you tremendously!"

A group of flustered martial artists hurried over to Theodore and his group. They cried and begged to be saved.

"What a bunch of trash! Fuck off!" Theodore waved his hand, giving off a force that sent them flying.

"Well, greed kills a person. You can only consider this your misfortune," Graham said coldly, remaining unfazed.

"This is a natural catastrophe. There is nothing much I can do either." Orson shook his head.

In the face of the poisonous fog, the grandmasters could only protect themselves.

"Sir Robinson! Please save us!"

Right then, a large group of martial artists approached Michael