Liu Pox-face froze in his tracks, as if an invisible, giant hand had clutched his throat. His usually incessant mouth could only produce a rattling "click-clack" sound, failing to squeeze out a single complete syllable.
Pوis-sized beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, mixed with terror and despair. His wide, staring eyes were fixed on Lu Yun, as though he were looking at the incarnation of the Grim Reaper.
"Who... exactly who are you?"
Chapter 989