"A pity. To think I still let you slip away." That hoarse voice sounded once more, carrying a hint of playful mockery and lingering resentment. It drifted from behind Seventh Ancestor Jiang Mu like a ghostly specter wandering through the night wind, making one's blood run cold.
"You bastard, was all that beforehand just an act?!" Seventh Ancestor Jiang Mu spun around, staring in utter astonishment toward Battle King Yanyue.
The spiritual energy net woven from his own fishing line had clearly bound Battle King Yanyue's true body, yet now, a slender figure had somehow appeared beside him.
Chapter 233