Witches’ Dance
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
In that moment, Ye Qingxuan almost held his breath. And in that moment, a furious roar began. The abyss wind tunnel opened and black mud burst out like a fountain. Paganini roared and screamed. Yanking out the Sword, he revealed the ghastly hole. He was no longer a human but he still bled from the wound. As soon as the Sword was removed, the Garment wrapped around it, restraining it as if locking it inside a box. When it fell onto the ground, the blade dulled to scrap metal.
A black hand yanked Ye Qingxuan up by the throat. "B*stard, do you know what you did?!" Paganini's furious face emerged from the mud. He yelled, "Do you know how precious that thing is?! You wasted the biggest miracle in the world! You-you-you…you can't even die to atone for the sin!"