An icy wind swept through the empty laboratory, stirring up scattered parchment and shattered alchemical vessels on the floor, producing a teeth-gritting friction sound. Huo Yao instinctively gripped Lu Chen's arm, her fingertips ice-cold.
Lu Chen gently patted the back of her hand to reassure her, his gaze fixed dead on the rolling mass of black fog. Frank's figure was growing increasingly solid, his originally handsome face now covered in distorted resentment, with two ghostly green flames dancing in his eye sockets.
"I admit, I underestimated you both," Frank's voice was hoarse and harsh, like metal scraping against glass. "But do you think you can defeat me this way? Naive!" He suddenly thrust out both hands, black qi swirling around his ten fingers and transforming into bolts of black lightning that lashed fiercely down at Lu Chen and Huo Yao.
Chapter 120