Last-Ditch Efforts
Editor: Exodus Tales
Mo Jingzhe's expression turned grave as he gazed at the thundering dark clouds in the distance. He said in a serious voice, "I can sense an evil aura."
"Shut your crow mouth."
They could sense a horrifying power in those clouds, like an evil ghost that could raise anyone's hair. Even when he was up against Jian Wuchen and the others, he didn't feel that he would lose, but the dark clouds gave him the feeling that he could not take a strong stance to deal with it.
Jian Wuchen and Huang Xuandao, who were arguing with each other, also turned serious. Especially Jian Wuchen, the sword in his hand began to quiver a little when he sensed the strength from the dark clouds.
Evil, gloomy, horrifying. He had never been this horrified. This kind of pressure was simply suffocating.
Lin Fan, on the other hand, was quite puzzled. He could not help but wonder about the identity of the person within the clouds.