Thoughts flashed through the mind in an instant.
Turning around, facing the priest corpse of Xia Nan, its pair of focusless solidified snake eyes did not look at the uninvited guest who intruded into the chapel but only stared blankly at the ground before it.
This creates a particularly strong sense of bewilderment, as if it had not noticed the intruder's presence.
But if you were truly deceived by it, in the next second, that seemingly slender and fragile hand, as if it were a dry branch yet harder than steel, would pierce through your chest and crush your heart.
"Boom!"
Cracks abruptly appeared on the thick dusty marble floor of the chapel.
A fierce wind roared, stirring the mist, and the withered figure vanished in an instant.
Remaining alert at all times, Xia Nan's keen perception allowed him to detect the danger in the moment the opponent exerted force to retreat.
Aung—
