Hiss~
When Karsas appeared, the only ordinary person among them, Yang Fan, instantly turned pale and subconsciously shrank behind Feng Mochuan. He had never seen such a bizarre existence before; just standing there was like a moving tomb, emanating an almost tangible aura of death that tightened his throat.
Feng Mochuan's pupils contracted sharply, and the perception of the Tier Six Spiritualist quickly captured the vast soul power within the other party—pure, cold, lacking any warmth of a living being, coupled with a detached indifference to life and death.
A necromancer, Karsas, is he really the future master of this laboratory?
Can necromancers understand science?
Xiong's amber-colored vertical pupils suddenly contracted, and his burly figure instinctively stepped forward, standing beside Qin Tian.
