hen hanging vertically. It was slender and muscular, looking strong, but with strange muscles and a dark greenish-black color, giving off an unpleasant feeling.There was a face on this small night dem...Chapter 1688: White Feather Fan

Scimitar quickly followed the white silhouette, using spatial force to move in front of him and slashing with his blade, blocking the silhouette. This turned out to be a young man with clear features and good looks, but his lips were white. His glasses emitted cold breath, his long fingers were full of deep cold air, and his nails were extremely sharp like small knives.

"Die!" The young man sneered, spitting out a white light from his mouth that hit Scimitar's chest, releasing an extremely terrifying coldness. This made Scimitar continuously retreat in mid-air and hit a small mountain before stopping.u itching for punishment"Scry was sitting leisurely, smiling faintly, "My skin is a bit itchy; just scratching would do wonders. But it’s much better than certain mouthy people spitting everywhere, is...