Chapter 1679: So What If I'm Your Enemy?

The gentle breeze stirred. It lifted strands of long hair as if they were moonlight. His face, chiseled as if by a knife, bore a pair of indifferent eyes that shimmered with a golden light. This was Michael. Yet, he was entirely different from the Michael before. At this moment, not only had his limbs miraculously healed, but his body was also covered with numerous pitch-black patterns. These patterns were terrifyingly strange. Unlike tattoos that lay on the skin, they wriggled slowly on Michael's...