"What is Pluto!!!"
As he spoke, the Left Hall Envoy’s complexion grew deathly pale, drained of every drop of blood. He looked like a walking corpse, radiating a chilling, bone-deep aura. In an instant, the clear, cloudless sky turned abruptly overcast. A gale whipped up, sending sand and stones flying through the air. The gusts of icy wind bit into the marrow, and the onlookers could not help but feel a shiver crawl up their spines, as if invisible, predatory eyes were fixed on their every movement.
Hum! Hum! Hum!
Chapter 97