Chapter 238: Duel of the White Gloves, Mask of Diablo_2
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Almost in the blink of an eye, he had transformed from a 16-year-old boy to a short man radiating a gloomy aura.
And in front of him, the Apostle called Lin Xun also manifested his shell.
He was a tall, thin silhouette, with a pitch-black cloak obscuring his figure. The hood of the cloak concealed his face from view.
But from the two staves in his hand, one short and the other long, it could be determined that he was a squishy magic-wielding sorcerer.
One of his wooden staves was only as long as a forearm, with worn-out wood grain pattern. At the end of the staff, a shining white gemstone was embedded, full of countless small characters surging like sea waves.
The sensitive physique of Lv Yiming's shell allowed him to tangibly sense the subtle fluctuation emanating from the small staff.
With his extensive experience, he swiftly discerned that this was a fluctuation of 'magic penetration' nature.