There's also an old woman, with white hair, her face may be somewhat grim, with little flesh, her skin clinging to bones, but her skin is very white, giving a sense of serenity yet unapproachability. She is leaning lazily on a chair with a cane in one hand, eyes half-closed, seemingly asleep.
Their presence... is absent.
Sui Yi turned his face.
Fifteen seconds ago, these two people weren't here.
An interesting intrusion with an interesting silence.
On stage.
Frank, while watching others fight, sneered at these black wizards: "This is the so-called Ten Commandments, ten A-levels, right? Old lecher, you are an A-level King of the United Kingdom, they are certainly not your match!"
Pierre snorted coldly, "Of course."
Yet, just as he finished speaking, he felt his vision suddenly become bizarre, as if many lines twisted, and something extra appeared inexplicably.
What is this thing?
He instinctively looked up.
At the top of the venue, a shadow appeared quietly, utterly silent.
